Afterthought
Sometimes I feel like an
Afterthought
Not worthy of a fraction of the love I freely give
Relegated to the role of peripheral Bit player
For someone who’s my
Main Character
But even though it’s more
Thoughtlessness than malice
More clueless than cruel
That’s a rationalization
Not a reason
And I’m tired of making excuses
For you
If I saved a tear every time
You broke my heart
Through the months, weeks, years, and decades
I’d need to buy flood insurance
And yet
I’m still irresistibly compelled
To embrace the familiar flame
When the lid blows off that ancient cauldron
Even if the heat’s only been on simmer
And I inevitably get burned again.