The Favorite Girlfiend

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

These are not peaceful times,
oh no, Sir,
I declare war on you.

I feel suddely that I
am not the favorite, and that she
has secretly been bought ice cream,
and that her piece of cake is by conspiracy
bigger, with more frosting,
and with the candy rose I've never gotten.

I am in a place now
where I must choose defeated
silence or a deafening
scream
She has never had to choose
Everything she does is always
right
Isn't it.

It isn't fair. It's so
painful to watch
her sit on your knee while I'm
banished to the corner,
Then, not even to watch,
to have to face the wall.

I can't understand
why it is the way it is.
We both belong to you,
we both love you
but you pretend there is only
one.

You think about
how much smoother life would be
had you and I never met, at least
not first.
You think about
fights, headaches, then
her soft arms opening
to receive you.

The rules say,
she, being the favorite, is entitled
to do the things
that make one the favorite.
The rules say,
I must never consider.
The rules say,
the more you suffer,
the more you
suffer,
you must always
suffer.

You say, "I love her."
I think, "I hate her."
I say, "I'm happy for you."
and I smile, imagining
my fist in her face
my fist in her face
my fist in her face

I am punished even
on my best behaviour
You wonder why
I lose my grip on things

I think, "I want to kiss you."
I say, "I hope you die."

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from: Sunderland, England, UK

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