Love

When your love is worth more
than his love
you cry on the inside and gallantly bare your heart
with sorrow
longing
and melancholy
to him
the world
the universe

hear me
why do you need more
than me
my life
my all
makes me question—me
not you
never you, because you knew
what I would be thinking, that I was never
first choice
last choice in a race
in which I won’t win
can’t win

when odds are stacked against you right at the starting line
the inception
beginning
of that day
that time
and you know what I mean
to love me as you say
on first glance
when all I wanted was to stay out shopping

love makes you laugh
cry
oh my, what a cliche’
rhythm and rhyme,
what a joke
when venting is best for the
pain
alas-
I’m ending this right
about
now.