Potential

my potential, an entity I've put on a pedestal I spend my days climbing her ridiculously high ladder with gift-wrapped handmade blades; only leaving when her skin is ripped & her dreams for me fade, little by little The cruelty of my actions is but merely protection from rejection I need her to let me go,but she craves; she lusts over the idea of intertwining our abilities, without my blades of insecurity "What if this is all that I am?" a question too hard to answer, even for her Admittedly, there are times, when I allow her powers to flow through me, but I almost always end up killing her Like a dead, dried flower placed in water; her trust in me is actually just suicide disguised as hope.