Holier than thou

He sings to me at morning dusk,
and it's nothing beautiful,
I would certainly never give him my trust,
But he holds my hair back while I vomit up excuses,
Pierce my skin with my own nails.
He understands that we are all sick,
and I am certainly beyond the exception to the rule.
I know he wants to help me,
watch me sail away to a new place,
and while I'm busy forgetting him,
he's speaking to nothing,
watching the shadows waltz away.
But I know he'll soon forget me,
like all good men in suits do.
He'll want to tame something within me,
that he can't even grasp.
Cut me away,
until he finds the anatomy I lack.
I don't blame him,
really I don't.
I'm a tough game to understand,
but I'll crack him first,
and watch him melt through the cracks
of his expectable approach.
like a caved wolf,
I'll stay hidden,
feasting off of the thousand insecurities
he wanted so badly to project onto me.
But me?
I'm done sir,
being the cracked shell in the sand.
I'm tired of being set back on the ground,
by the hands of some greedy man.
I know you want something bigger,
and I know I could never fill that void.
Just drop me down,
until you find a sand dollar wholer than me,
Holier than thou'
so much holier than me.