Your Place

Forgive me,
I didn't see you there…
supplicated at my feet,
worshiping fervently in my shadow.
How many times have I stepped on you?
Crushed you beneath me,
until all faith and hope oozed from your flattened spirit…
How many times, I wonder.
Yet, you still lower yourself before me,
with eyes that shine bright with love…
adoration,
do you idolize the pain?
Do you believe that someday,
somehow,
I will love you back?
If that is your wish,
it will never be fulfilled…
you have proven your place,
your place in my cold shadow,
and I've grown fond of watching you freeze there.