Standards

What have you done
to me
my heart
my head
My soul
this feeling,
so foreign.
its worry.
No amount of
apologies
can remedy my
folly
but hope keeps
me going
I swear
A way will be
found
and your trust
restored
but until then
I wait
in agony
hoping the day
will come
when I've become
worthy
or you lower your
standards