Out of all the potential I have encouraged,.
Yours is by far the greatest disappointment.
All that charm,
All that ability,
To get anyone to do anything.
All that intelligence,
You could soar,
You ground yourself for fear of the fall.
All that passion,
Pent up, kept in,
Months of working through your outer skin.
All that rhythm,
Dancing trough life,
Choosing to stumble and slur, life moving by in nothing but a blur.
All that masculinity,
Wasted aggression,
Leads to depression and child-like tantrums.
All that potential,
All that talent,
Everything I could ever want destroyed by your inhibitions.
All that balance and spirituality,
Slowly revealing, cracks that shed light,.
On your internal selfish insight.
All that I came to know,.
Led me to one answer,
I touched the center of your soul,.
Only to discover it was tainted, cruel, selfish and cold.
