to expect the best,
to define "little" by self,
is it a lens too harsh?
too critical? but the same lens
defines "the best" too easy
so it cancels out.
polarizing, extreme views:
love the way I want, or
don't love at all, leave,
such is the nature of my expectations,
regrettably, I know it appears I condescend
on every lover, every friend
but I only demand for what I give,
it is fair, how an epic bond is built.
awareness is a gift, and I know
I project my quixotic desires unto others,
a love for the books,
a friendship for the movies,
but I want it. I demand it.
there lies a burning passion
in my heart, and it must be matched
if it feels extinguished,
what is the point?
if should not feel extinguished
that is the point.