Expectations

In the closet of my heart
immortal expectations are lurking,
with every beat they intensify
along with the prostration of waiting.

Victim I am,
for people claiming to be the closest
whats wrong if i expect,
after accomplishing them to the deepest.

Why unveiling it is not an option
 if u say you care,
convincing yourself you are,
leaving my soul thirsty and bare.

Difficult is it to understand,
the decent living I long for
cajoling me is what you do,
this is not I am engendered for.

Peep into my eyes,
everything you will know
the droplets of my tears,
will relent your heart with a blow.

Here I go,
consigning everything to the almighty
with time He will heal my pain,
making you realize your culpability.