It’s hardly your fault:
the disappointment i have felt,
at your expense,
in relation to my self.

I fear i have made it too easy,
to delight or dissatisfy,
based on the potential,
in all human beings.

Pure possibility,
and in a realm,
where anything is,
and can be.

Like three steps down,
our relationship
has been one down,
after another,

and to think,
with all the love we had,
above all else,
i looked down.

As simple as:
breaking the threshold,
crown upon my head,
you scramble off his ****,

and why oh why,
cannot you be the one,
i never even cared for,
as i walk away.

How easy it would’ve been,
to ruin it from the beginning,
grant her the delight,
and give you up then,

and so i travel,
along the border waters,
the bears are coming in,
quickly they are coming in.