A Poem by JMT

You were lights kiss,

a shimmer on the tide.

I wrote you letters and poems,

dreams and ideals, 

bottles of the flood,

glimpses of the fire.

You took them for expectations,

impossible standards.

I crushed the muse with 

the pedestal I built for her.

I called the girl a goddess,

and it was too much.

I was too much.