[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #39. The publish date is approximate.]
everyone has shortcomings, the blessed perfection you could not find was no fault of mine. expectations so high you didn't want to like what you saw. it came crashing down so quickly and you acted so surprised. nothing more than a script played out yesterday. a script you wrote a year ago. next time you fail me, at least give me an 'A' for the effort was there