nothing more

what is it
that I don't have
for you
I would give
to live
but you have torn
away
again
stop
don't go
but it's too late
you've
passed through
the doors
I can't live up
or live down
or whatever it is
you think I need to do
or not do
anything but acceptance
but I'm nothing more
than
imperfect
and my love
is that way too.
but I tried
and I was willing to try
and keep trying