In my eyes, you stood larger than life,

so confident, so assured

I was so sure I was climbing those limbs towards heaven.

you spoke, as I hung onto every word,

immersed, in the eloquence your lips dispursed,

I would die there, in your arms to be reborn,

if you would love me.

tired hands, were the symbol of good,

sometimes evil, everything so wrong and so right,

still I beleived you,

meant every word that you said, 

stood behind every touch that you shared,

would never abandon me there…

but you did.

and who were you, to play God with my beleifs,

to lead me out, than leave,

with such a cold apology,

how I didnt see you for you,

is soley on me, I wanted to you to be,

larger than life.