'Him' Poem by Zachary Bush

We have something special...
I pretend we do
anyways.
It's obviously not as special
As what you and
"he"
had.

I reel in the stars,
And lay constellations at your feet
Orian and and Leo are our constant friends.
Yet
you'd rather be with
"him."

"He"
did nothing
Except bring you down.
I do nothing but raise you up…
It seems you'd rather be torn down.

You are my world,
And I think I'm yours
For a blissful moment until
It gets torn to shreds….
By "him."

You keep
"His"
picture lying around,
Just so you can hurt me.
You pine for hours over
"His"
lost love
Just to watch me cringe.

I don't know why I stick around
to hear How much more you love
"him"
over me
Or why you even want me close
When you'd rather be with
"him."

It seems silly now
I thought you were in love with me
That you liked being safe and warm and free.
But you prefer the harder road…
With
"him."

"He"
Is my worst nightmare.
The thing I've come to hate.
"He"
Hurts you
and gets love in return

So you see,
There really isn't hope for me.
I just take up space
Like an old worn coat.
Useful only
When "he's"
hurting you
Then you forget the hurt
Shrug me off and return to
"Him."

I am not enough
To fill the void, this
"Vagrant"
lover left.
So "he" is yours forever
But not me
I remain alone forever,
Bundled in your arms.