Some nights, I sit back and wonder
If I am doing all of this just to prove you wrong:
waking up at 2 and 3:00am
to jot down thoughts,
roll adjectives off the tongue of my pronouns,
create symmetry between the lines
of these rumpled love letters;
an alliteration of slender syllables.
Would it ever be good enough
for your discriminative eye,
or would I be that one cup with a crack-
and the handle missing
in your cabinet of fine china?
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