i am starting to think
that i will never be at the top
and that i’m only here
to ensure that the bottom
is filled for those above
to look on as an end
they do not wish
to start in
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i am the love
that didn’t love
i
*
she told me she
didn’t love me back
and i was going to be sad for myself
but then i looked at her
as a painter must look at their own work
one day with wonder at how the hell
they managed to capture some small heaven
and cried for her
for she had lost the love
only i could give
Your place is at the top. Start to go there now and don’t stop until you arrive. See my poem today.