Selfish

You write about a love that isn't mine
Allow your beautiful ability to tell of emotions that aren't mine
My tears contain tiny droplets of disappointment and frustration because she makes you write
She makes you talk of missing love that I am no part of
In the corner of your eyes you see past me and look for her
Lucky for me the rain ensures that this image is bleary and I never see this diversion of love fully
Because I want you to only write of me
Selfish
Maybe
But my pen only wants to bleed for you