Precious Queen

Her - Poem by Precious Queen

I never thought I could play second fiddle to another woman.
I never thought I could envy someone I never knew.
My heart ached while looking at you thinking of her.
Knew her scent was stained onto your skin you carried with pride while i was a distasteful love bite hidden under a scarf.
I so desperately wanted to morph
Into a seed to be planted in your heart so you could finally water any love for me.
I was your windbreaker, out always in the midst of Her storm but never your sunshine in which you basked in Her.
You belong to Her. Heart. Soul. Mind
I to myself. Beaten. Broken. Woke.

Topic(s) of this poem: hurt, love and art, love and life

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 13, 2018

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