BLUE BEAN
You said you wanted it,
When in truth, you wanted to quit.
Is it that you have too much that you cherish?
Or is it that you are just selfish?
You made me hungry, only to leave me starving.
Maybe I am expectant, and you, disappointing.
Am I to be blamed?
Have we lost our flame?
Is it just merely shrinking?
Or was its existence simply wishful thinking?

