Misplaced

I will let you down, do not forget.
There is no success in a relationship.
I set out with intent to love and protect
then I fail, suck it dry and then turn apathetic.
You see...
the benefit you receive from the sacrifice you make
will play resident to succeed but then realize you cannot dictate
my delicate increase to satisfy and fixate
is my venomous retreat as my appetite is misplaced.

I'm just a pessimist to believe I can maximize the mistake
but fuck it, I need medicine to repeat and satisfy this empty embrace.

Expire

Such a sin it was for my soul from the start
given an eloquent tongue coupled with an immature heart.
My agenda assigns my own progress to depart
as my ego imbues failure to successfully restart.

My love for this complication is not absent

but it lacks romanticism and reeks of something truly tragic.
What good is a holding a mirror if my eyes are blind to heed the light?
What would be clear is in disguise to my mind if it was indeed bright?

The innovation I tout from my soapbox is admired
because while I do inspire, this will ultimately backfire.
The complication is that the solution I need will require
for me to lay what we had and put it down to retire.
The attempt to finally aspire to move on
will require me to let your hold on me expire.

These consequences, oh so sweetly and sinfully I hold them dire.