Striving for perfection in every essence of our lives.
you told me I was good for you.
but I guess you got scared.
scared of your own imperfections.
scared that I refused to bow to your ideals.
scared that I challenged you.
scared of failing.
I hope you can find courage next time.
Learn that someone who loves you is not something to be scared of.
they will never stop believing you are perfect
even in your darkest hour.
they will never stop cherishing you, cradling you, supporting you.
even when perfection seems like a monstrous ambition.
you should have held on to that ambition.
it was not so unattainable.
I could have held you up.
the moment now forever remembered as the first time I’ve ever seen you give up on perfection.
I am disappointed.
perhaps you are alone.
I think you are relieved.
It is much simpler, much more reliable simply to expect perfection only from yourself.
I would not let you punish me for my imperfections like you choose to punish yourself.
at least now your abandonment allows you to sink ever deeper into your comforting, reliable, obsessive world of control and self perfection.
how dare you chastise others for fearing activities, experiences, choices that fall outside their comfort zone.
you could not hurt me for the imperfections you perceived of me;
but self-torture knows no bounds.