Not my Mistress

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You don’t think I see you comparing me to him
And though I’m the one caring here, you’re forever missing him.
I know you reminiscence with passion, sweetly kissing all of him.
Your nostalgia stalks; you’re tearing me into him.

He’s not even here and that’s all you seem to talk about
As if everything about him was all you’ve ever been taught
I end up talking about him;
I end up carefully not walking like him.

If you’d only give me the sighs you give him,
I used to think it would relieve me, and then forgive him.
Precious little girl, loyal when he’s gone, a mess when you’re alone,
Him 50 and I 500 miles away, I suppose you can’t choose a king for your throne.

You ought to have your sanity and your tranquility
So you can in peace and happiness have the ability
To see me, a good guy, a decent loving man,
Who is sick of taking someone else’s blame.

Maybe I should be gone too,
But I don’t think I could do that to you.





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Grania This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 18, 2010 at 4:34 pm
Niiice. :-)
 
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