The Pot and the Kettle (a bit of venting doggerel)

Petty, petty.
Don't be so petty.
Hasn't it been
enough already?

What magic words
do you wait to hear?
What unmet picture
is held so dear

That you push away
and just shut down,
Meet outreached hands
with scoffs and frowns?

I love you seems
to go unheard.
I miss you somehow
vague and blurred.

I truly think
it's strange, in fact,
to be held to standards
you seem to lack.

And yet, the truth,
so plain to see:
you're woven
into everything.

A part of all,
essential and wanted...
never forgotten
or taken for granted.

One day I hope
for peace between us
no matter what happens
or where fate leads us.