My Best

Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled

Hated me being the best, for it offended you,
to wonder constantly about the discovery of who else knew.

As I held your angry attention, fought my way through your stresses, waited patiently upon your trust and honestly, answered all your probing questions .

Maybe my confidence,

unnerved you,

to the bitter core,

when you had the option,

to window shop, instead of more then you bargained for.

You were a foe to my friendly nature, never quite got my ambitious mind, You never welcomed my optimism, my smile or accepted the need of my quiet time.

I never succumbed to limitations,

as the ceiling was yours, mine’s the sky.

You became driven by your own mind’s stories, trying to catch me in a lie.

They say opposites attract,

well I beg to differ.

I learned obsession isn’t love, as you gave no more,

then stalkers had delivered.


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