The sparkle in your eyes
was always competing
with the eagerness in your smile.
You never spoke too much.
You let your body do the talking…
And you caught me in your sway.
Everything was a photograph.
Everything was perfect.
Everything was what it needed to be to be in love…
But you were never settled.
There was something missing.
A loneliness inside you.
Even though you had it all right in front of you…
You were never whole until you gave yourself to someone else..
I first noticed it at a party at home.
You stood in a doorway watching everyone.
The life of said party,
sequestered to the sidelines.
Then the stories started swirling.
You and I were not alone…
Then I was all alone.
Two babies,
one for each arm.
And you were already someone else’s….
And now you want to play make-believe.
Now you want them in your arms.
Social media icons…
Now that the work is done, you want a starring role…
You’re no longer a fairy tale.
Glitter doesn’t line your walk home..
You’re torn and tattered.
And I am fine with raising them on my own…
And I dream about you…
Admirable you..
Not today, you…
And she fucking hates you…