and of course it's not about you
i reply, crumpling the love-stained note
behind my back
maybe if you were just a little
more like me
then i could tell you
that i think you're beautiful
and maybe you'd believe me
for we seek out things in others
to be like ourselves
we seek out others to
reassure ourselves about ourselves
so of course it's not about you
i murmur softly, aiming for the
the garbage with my tear-sick note
because it's about me
it always has been