by Lexis Graap

You hold her up
As some form of absolute love
As if she were the one that got away
Like no one could ever matter the way she did
Like I'm here to pass the time
Living in the shadow that her glow of perfection casts upon me
Nothing I do or could be will change that
I then find myself wondering
What am I doing with you?
When instead of seeing me
You see all the ways I'm not like her
And where does that leave me?

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Poem Copyright 2001 by Lexis Graap


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