Those Better Left to Wonder -by me

I feel indebted to your secret softness
The side of you never shared
I saw it first, loved it first,
Yet you never told me why
You kept it hidden
From all of the world
But held me close through it all

You told me I was special, once,
And I told you that you outshone me.
Even though I was destined for greatness,
You would be strong,
Strong enough to change your fate

I knew that you would eventually leave me
The pain you left me with shattered me completely
Moving on is just another challenge for me
You claim it was for me, yet you are the only one to benefit
My loss made you better, you broke me

I thought that you would bring me the moon
You promised me everyday
Any star was in reach, Polaris at your fingertips
But all I wanted was the moon.
And you never gave me the moon.
You left me to die like a forgotten philosopher;
A life meaninglessly dreaming for redemption
For those better left to wonder.

So look at the blood moon and ask me a question.
Laugh at the jokes I wrote but another lover tells
And dream of the forsaken life of another broken soul,
The ideal of forever lost in the ocean of promises
Underneath the stormy seas of forgetfulness

And look at the raven, each feather plucked and pruned
And remember how the ink on my skin tells by each feather
How I aspire to live. Alone. Forgotten. Wholly shattered.

I think that this is me finally coming out and deciding that I need to find someone who is who I want out of a partner instead of me just being who they want. I need to stand up for who I am as an individual, and not let my boyfriend walk all over me. I've had terrible writer's block lately, but ironically, I have been my own inspiration these last few days. It was pretty hard for me to write this; it came out rather disjointed and not as put together as I usually am. Stylistically, this is borderline ridiculous. I prefer four line stanzas because of their general stability and structure. My earliest work sometimes has six line stanzas, but I broke down into four liners as I grew.
It reminisces my past relationship and looks at how it broke down; he gave me everything but what I actually wanted, and left me for someone who is just a little further along in the grand scheme of things than me. He is going to be great-I will never doubt that. But he did not think that I would become as great as other people believe, and that hurt. I still feel rather disjointed and broken, but this is quite like what I just wrote. Writing something like this can take me hours or days to write; this took probably about fifteen minutes and a quick read through afterwards to double check that it retained the way that I felt- I don't want everything to be about me, but I need to address my own needs and wants at some point in time. This is raw and wholehearted, more than many of my past work...