Pedestal

You put me so high 
on a pedestal 
Said I was reigning  
And convinced me so 
I stalled, then believed 
these words would hold

Then, you knocked me down 
In one quick blow 
Oh how was I to know?
how was I to know?
The love you gave
Would be conditional.

As long as I was what you needed,
I was what you were looking for 
But the minute I had my own weakness  
You did not hesitate to let me go;
More than that,
You ripped me open just to see 
Then kicked the naivety out of me
Blamed me for sinking in revelry
And accused me of becoming the enemy,
And the whole time I was only trying 
To not let go

(because I still held on to ideals 

of all I had been told.) 

Why am I such a target

For suffering 
And angry people?
When will I learn
I am not to be banged

To and fro?

I could blame others

with every right 

The things you said, you know. 

But I would not

recognize myself,

and I still want my

love to grow.

(Despite all,

it is steady in its overflow.)

No,

I too hold blame

for ignoring the plain,

wanting things the same,

and not loving myself more;

It was I

that accepted 

all the words before. 

I ask for no less,

I ask for no more,

I am simply

unable to accept 

such disrespect 

anymore. 

-aq/lesnspired