To Love Me More

Walking around with my head

toward the ground,

trying to be rid

of my upside-down grin

and my jaded crown.

I am the queen of aloneagain.

It feels like I am in a pawn shop

with some valuable I’d like to hold

yet knowing that for

something more vital,

I need to let go.

The transaction, you see,

has already been done.

You traded me in for some other one,

and that said more than enough.

In fact, it rather said it all.

So, I left you sparkling behind the glass

where I can no longer run my fingers

over you, my favorite jewels.

I’ve locked you up, a treasure,

I had thought, far more valuable

than the heart of gold I presented you.

But then I saw it sitting by you

in the case,

and I took it back, explaining

to the man behind the counter,

that I was there

To trade you in.

So as I move on,

it isn’t that I love you any less;

just that I’m beginning

to love me more.