she sang to me
in heart-wretched melodies,
lamenting her desires
for something just a little out of reach.
and i tried my best not
to let my soul leak
into the physical,
but i was just a little to forgone
to hold back my empathy
for her woe-laden stature.

i wanted to give
her something to grasp
but my promises always
fell short, and fluttered uselessly
like broken wings.

"you could love me more."
she spoke to me in sputters,
and i could no longer look at her.
i couldnt bare to see her,
knowing i was just a little less than perfection
and
i was never able to give "you" happiness.

i whispered my empty words
hoping they would find there target this time.
and watched, as they
just slightly brushed against bronze colored skin,
and fell to the floor like falling porcelain.
then shattered into fragments of uncompleted statements.

"i wish i could
but im just a little less than decent"

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