you are too kind,
Your character is the stuff of dreams
but I am not,
so how could I dare
to sit on the pedestal you eagerly offer me,
so that I can act lofty
— be above the sinners —
when I am just like them?
I am not your goddess.
I am not always virtuous.
My love is not infinite
and my patience is severely limited.
While I take pains to not preach what perfection I cannot obtain,
you have mistaken my critical mind
for kindness and vulnerability.
I am not kind,
and everyone is vulnerable, should you just dig below the surface.
So don’t call me your inspiration
or your divinity
for I am corruptible — a human
more respectable than Perfection
more admirable than Talent
more precious because of my struggles
so don’t love me as a goddess,
but love me for my brokenness,
for my anxieties and failures,
ambitions and achievements,
love me for the Human that I am
because I’ll never be your deity.