Disenchantment

when becoming the unexpected

There was a time when I wanted you as much as I wanted air.
You should have been great, a surreal dream, something different.
But as time began to pass, I realized why we were not meant to be.
You became the typical, despicable, and undesirable display.
A failed dream.
Such a disenchantment within this scene.
A cold-hearted, unwilling to see the errors of their way. Only to trample on the willing – me.
Back to the cesspool, you go!
I seek more than what you can ever convey.

{written on Nov. 2016}