OctPoWriMo 6 - I Will Fall

Today's prompt is perfect/perfection. I kinda went a different direction with this. Instead of talking about what I see as perfect, all I could think about was how my ex used to call me his 'perfect angel' and how much that bothered me. He never understood why, but I think I've explained it  in this poem.

I Will Fall

He told me I was perfect

His angel

I saved him from… something

Without me, he would die

He would fall

I am not the Saviour

I am not an angel

Please don’t set me up

For I will fall

I am small

I am human

Don’t make me your idol

I will fall