turn-overed
for your curation
never cured
by adulation
am i comely
when i'm devastated
would you love me
if i wasn't patient

i almost understood
when you left me hanging
and i wrote the book
on foolishly waiting
i even tried to forgive
your hesitation
but how could one live
in such a cycle of taking and taking

perhaps it was
divine preservation
or maybe because
i started changing
telling the truth
isn't complaining
being myself around you
shouldn't be draining

or straining
or complicated or scary or tough
or painful or drastic
all of the above
i shouldn't have to be perfect
to be deserving of love
you never were
and i loved you enough
for the both of us