Good enough

it seems like nothing is good enough for you
it seems like
yesterday is the goal
tomorrow a ranting nightmare
nagging by the ear
as you sit in the corner anticipating
perhaps a little explosion will set it off
maybe even a little shove
but then
nothing seems good enough for you
not even the decision made
not even the ties cut
which you felt
at the moment
just and satisfactory
it seems like
power goes beyond mind and physical control
to complete take over of the soul
you are the devil
you are the lord
of fears and tears, wealth and revenge
for a moment i felt your warmth
and i thought it was my world
paraded your words
and sang your vows
but nothing seems good enough for you
wanted not a promise
instead a sacrifice

the day i saw actions which justified the rumors, i have to admit it broke me into pieces. i have to admit i hated myself for shedding every single tear i did. it tore me to doubt my concern. because why should i care? when you already did all that you wanted to.
to hurt
to push
to dictate
to kill
the day i saw actions which justified the rumors, the line you drew between me n them could not have gotten any clearer. any sharper, it would have gone right through the earth and we would forever be seperated.
between the damned
and the cursed.

it seems like nothing is good enough for you
nothing
so i gather all the little nothings you've labeled as trash
or unworthy
selfish
waste of time
stupid
ignorent
because i've stopped regretting what i chose
i've stopped
wanting to be a part of your something
when nothing will ever be good enough for you
not when it comes to me
at least

can blood really be thicker than water? when both soaks, both dries, both stains.
so can it?