Pedestal

Perfection in a person, 
To believe that perfection is real.
Look up to them, 
Admire them,
Cry for them,
But wait.
Stop.
That person leaves.
They let you down.
Their perfection?
Merely a myth;
One that you created,
Delusion,
That caused you to believe yourself.
The truth?
I.
One word;
Single.
Standing alone.
Protecting itself,
Not selfish; aware.
You die alone.
How can you trust someone,
When they’re destined to fail?
Or love someone,
When they cause you pain?
Love unconditional
The greatest burden to bear.
“Forgive and forget;”
Forgiving-the easier part.
But how do you forget?
The tears.
The hurt.
The hate.
Fear that once kept you awake at night.
The pillow.
The air unable to fill your lungs.
Dispossessed,
Or possessed rather?
A monster either way.
But they tell me
You can’t blame her,
But that wasn’t her.
Or at least,
Not the her I thought I knew.
Does that change what happened?
I can’t say that it does.
It doesn’t hurt any less.
Memories; a movie, 
In high definition.
Forever in your head.
Flashbacks, 
Where you can taste your own fear.
Disappointment,
Hopelessness,
But mostly fear.
Uncertainty,
Unpredictability.
When nothing scared you more
Than being left with her,
Alone with her.
The one you once thought, 
Was perfect.

Nyamedo