My idea of love has changed
as well as what makes me happy.
I was no Delilah, and
always remained classy.
I was sad until I noticed she resembles
a dog, and I wonder if that is
what you saw in me.
But no, no one compares
to what I look like in the mirror and see.
Her name rolls off your tongue,
to you it sounds like heaven.
But, dear, remember my name was once your obsession.
I sit here and ponder what she has I don’t,
then I recall, she likes to be overthrown.
--Lydia Sale (b.1996)