Great Expectations Poem by Dan Brown

To err is human; to forgive, divine.
Can you forgive yourself for not being mine?

Little you know how you captured my heart
or how I threw myself into the deep.
I never believed you'd tear us apart
with the promises you just couldn't keep.

You drew me in with innocence and youth
and, really, that's all you ever gave.
I'd have forgone all else, just for the truth,
but your lies meant there was nothing to save.

You may point to the times of laughs and joy,
but so easily forget they were few.
It soon became clear that you're just a boy
and that I needed more than you could do.

And yet, in spite of this, my wants were clear.
I was transparent, and spelled out my needs.
I wanted you to overcome your fear
and use my love to stem your heart that bleeds.

A playful massage; a hug from behind;
or an impromptu picnic in a park.
A simple gesture that's one of a kind;
or whispering the right words in the dark.

I'd have loved your smiling face at my door
or some token of imagination.
But being tied up with your personal war
left little time for communication.

Like leaves on a wind, they arrived and went,
leaving us doubting if they even came.
You often swore it to be love you sent
but it was only ever love in name.

Believe me, though, it hurts me that we're through -
I'll miss your voice and sensual touch.
But it's deeper than that, and I blame you,
because, honestly, did I ask too much?