Seeing

My eyes are finally opened.
I am finally seeing it…
Finally seeing the things that love blinded me to.
I suppose that I’m not enough of a trophy for you…
That I’m not worthy enough to be counted amongst the many
Who have given you nothing more than a pretty face.
I suppose that is what matters most to you…
That is what gains the popular approval.
Not utter devotion.
Not true, honest-to-goodness love.
Not someone who would do anything for you…
Anything but do this any longer.
So many would kill to own what you have.
So many have spent sleepless nights
Longing for someone to stand at their side
The way I have always stood at yours.
The way I can only dream of you standing at mine.
You would throw it all away.
You would stamp it out without giving it a chance.
There are so many things
I shouldn’t have to do.
I shouldn’t have to convince you to touch me,
As though I am begging a favor.
I shouldn’t have to take a back seat
Every time the latest flavor comes around.
I shouldn’t have to allow my sacrifices
To go unrecognized and unappreciated.
And now I find myself wondering…
If a love like this cannot be seen
Does it deserve to be possessed any more?