Okay, this poem sucks, I know. And I'm not really trying to be mean to anyone who fits the description. It's just about someone in specific I was compared to, so I'm doing a little comparison of my own. Out of bitterness and cynicism, of course. Bitter Conceit She's all there is and everything But she's far too old for you She's just too much for you And she's lost all interest in you I am everything, but nothing I may be the perfect fit for you But I'm just not enough for you Because I'm only in love with you Do you love her because She's old enough to mother you? I will mother our children But I would never baby you Have fun with your memories Because she doesn't love you now I'd always loved you But you were always lost Because she rides a bicycle? But I ride mine all summer, too Because she's big and strong and tough? It's not my fault that I'm barely tall as you I can't help that my waist and hips curve Instead of running straight from chest to knee I'm sorry for being polite and feminine When you wanted overbearing androgyny Do you love her because She could win you in a fight? You may be short as me But I don't ever want to share your might Have fun with your memories Because she'll never be back I was always here But you were always lost As she now is to you
