Pointless

With the thought of you held against my breast
I soared above the clouds
I flew like the wind to you
Adorned you with my love
For a while you humored me
loved me, held me
And then the demon of the soul
Ravaged you and stole away your love
Replacing it with hate for me
Contentment
The woman to do the chores I have become
Not the soul-mate that you sought
One to wash and mend your socks
Instead of seeing me for me
You only see my uncertainties
And because of me you are not yourself
Locked instead in a cloud of doubt
You need me no more
Of this I am aware
But I still stand here
Fallen now and resting by your feet
Waiting for you to stomp