She’s better
In every way
Of that your right

Whatever the approach

Her hair is a corn field of sorrow
Eyes of rock
staring down the most impenetrable of walls

I contemplated whether
you were worth the tears

But it’s all matter of view
You see her as faultlessness
In human form

I see her
As perfection
In a laboratory

After all this
I’m relieved that I’m not your type
Your not worth
Changing myself for

Thinking now
It’s ludicrous
I doubted my potential
For even a second

This is who I’ve always been
Who I am
Who I hope to always be