how cruel of you
to find someone
better then me.

although not hard,
although you're not mine,
i'm still hurt.

it's easy to compare
myself to her
in the worst of ways.

it's clear she's the
entire fucking garden
while i am nothing.

it's clear she's the
roses and the sunflowers
and the beautiful birches.

while i'm more like
those pesky dandelions
or those stupid weeds.

the worst part is,
you treat her like the garden she is
while you treated me like the dirt beneath it.

a.l.m