How Can I Compete

I cant match her she is young, and free

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published about a year ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2025

How Can I Compete

She walks in like a perfect lie,

Painted lips, a sparkle eye.

Perfume clings like a second skin,

While I’m just tired, worn too thin.

She speaks in sugar, laughs in lace,

While I hold grief behind my face.

She’s fantasy wrapped in retreat,

And I’m real, how can I compete?

My hands are full of kids and crumbs,

Of lullabies and teething gums.

He looks through me, past all I give,

As if I’m ghost, too used to live.

She is the storm he chose to chase,

While I stay tethered in this place.

And every night, that truth repeats—

He chose her.

How can I compete?

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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