Like The Rest Of Them Poem by Martina Kia

It's never gonna work, my Darling

I can see that the fire in your eyes is dimming

I'm not the embodiment of perfection

That's what you thought at first, isn't it?

You thought I was an enchantress

You thought I stole your heart,

Ripped it out of it's cage,

And breathed new life into it

You thought I was your new cause for living

You thought we'd sail the open seas,

And conquer uncharted territories

My hand in your hand

Me, the stars to your moon

The shine to your sunny mornings

The missing piece,

The one who would fill the void in the centre of your chest

You were filled with passion,

Bursting with fervour

But now, you see me clearly, don't you?

My "spells" have lost their hold on you

I'm no longer captivating,

No longer exciting

I seem almost "normal",

Like the rest of them

And I am,

I've always been.