Poem 11

The problem was

You gave me the moon

Instead of the stars

 

Instead of something

That shines on its own

All it did was reflect love

That I'd already shown

 

You only ever loved me

When it was easy

 

Loving is sacrifice

It's not giving back

It's not a return

Or a weight on your back

 

It's about more than money

About more than cars

 

You don't get to be seen

As someone you aren't