Profound

You didn't provide for me
the things I required.

Maybe I was too needy
maybe you were just tired.

One way or another
I found what I need.

With you, with out you
I gathered my seed.

But you could have prevented
this broken down vessel.

The hurt and abandon,
the overburned candle.

I haven't forgiven
the way that you left it,

I haven't forgotten your words
how you meant them.

I took the blame
for your lack of connection.

A child of disaster
with out your protection.

and again it's on me
to forgive and pave way,

to refresh and rebuild,
your fears to allay,

to smile and hold,
comfort and thrive,

to move past all transgressions
convince you it's fine.

But this last straw,
my responsible act,

feels increasingly bitter,
a play I must act.

Am I not worthy of truth
honest reticence?

Am I your doll
here to feign my blind innocence?

Question and bitter
question abound.

But I know in the end,
I'll give in,
I'll allay,
I'll protect,
I'll profound.