Subsequent Lover
I'm not the type
of person who might
be seen on the street and thought
love at first sight.
I'm remarkably plain
fit and muscular for sure
but my face, to be seen,
gathers none to confer.
It's my mind and my words
which levy the heart,
but to find and be seen
was the task from the start.
I'm the person you meet
when you've run out of love;
you've conceded defeat
and relinquished the dove.
Not worth full affection;
just...secondary.
A shadow concession;
my worth...it varies.
And that's what hurts;
what breaks my will.
That I was invisible;
AM invisible...still.
On the podium of love
I'm disqualified from first;
a stranger to the moment
the heart learns to burst.
My identity remains
hidden under cover.
I sing my refrain.
Yours,
Subsequent Lover
About the Creator
Hector Gonzalez
I'm a creative writer. I don't blog or write op-eds. I talk about my perspectives on twitch as I write and I consolidate my most intricate feelings into poetic forms. I'm always open for meaningful conversation.
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