Favorite
You might have never known it
But once upon a time
You
And I were equals, without giving
Our ranks a single sliver
Of our thoughts
Now called to my attention, I'm unsure
Of the things that I could
Say
To make you feel like you're superior
Better than I ever could
Be
Just once, you'd like to win, but
Can't you see I'm not
Competing?
I lay my sword down long ago,
The one they placed inside
My hand
You reach out again and stab me
It's not the first time
You've
Broken the illusion of a truce
But dear, don't you recall
I'm
Not the one who hurt you
So please try not to blame me
Because I'm not sure what
I did
To be raised upon this throne of
Shame while you were thrust
Beneath
The gallows and forced to try and
Live
I might be their favorite, but
Please never forget
That I am just one half of you
Without you, I would not
Be here
Copyright © Annalee Pierce | Year Posted 2011
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