I have wondered whether I could win
A contest with asphalt for your love.
If I told you I was allergic to your cats,
You’d take sides with your cats,
And not ask if I was at all discomforted.
You profess to love me with the abandon
Of a wild rose in the rain
But I have observed your love now
And found it yields quicker than a reed
In a hurricane to your self-image.
Whenever my life with you has forced you to choose
Between me and who you think you are,
You have chosen who you think you are.
I wonder now if you have ever loved anyone
And why you think you love me?