foreverConcealed

I’m no trophy wife.

They’ve made that abundantly clear. I wasn’t made for a broadcasted love.

Rather, a closed-door intimacy.

I’m no reward, nor prize. Just a benefit. Simply convenience. A mere utility at most.

I was made to pour tsunamis of my love into those who wouldn’t give me a drizzle.

I was made to shower flowers into their full potential.

Never meant to hold that level of beauty. Never meant to be paraded.

I was made for a quiet love. For their ears will not accept my decibels.

Far of today’s standards. One size fits none. I don’t fit the mold.

Not within the beholder’s bracket. A pattern often overseen.

Sometimes confused into thinking I deserve more, I slightly raise the bar.

They limbo under, only proving I was never worth the trouble.

I was made for secrets.

Not for dangling.

Not for flaunting.

For they are never proud enough to show me off.