The Attrition of Dignity

*A conversation of unrequited love and bruised dignity

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"You dissappointed me," you say through dissatisfied gazed.

But— "you disgust me" is a poor rebuttal when all I want is your acknowledgment, your adoration.

Instead I'm left with lingering questions to understand your disdain of my being.

Why are you ashamed of me?

Why do you shame me?

I apologize for any wrongdoing to warrant your disapproval.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

You hate me!

Why can't you love — me?

I only want your approval but all I feel is your scorned for me

I swept the floors you walked on 

and you called me dirty.

I disappoint you 

But— you disgust me.