The Touch Up

You were a good man,
that was the thing of it all,
but you never knew that about yourself,
and so that was the problem

we believed in each other at the wrong times, you and me,
and so that was always our problem

I found the good in you when you could only see bad,
and you saw the worst in me when I could only do my best,

I had half a mind to tell you the truth about all of this,
to tell you that you deserved better than what we had to offer each other,

but offerings were slim these days,
and I was no longer qualified to define the good, the bad, and the ugly,

but then, again,
neither were you