In the sun you look golden, tan and glowing
                  My very own bronzed statue.
                  You shine and never give in.

“This isn’t love.
                  You could never be mine, not really at least.
                  You would be a trophy that I never won
                  In a competition I never entered.

This is sacrifice.
                 I would change it all. I would stay.
                 You could be the one for me
                 But I couldn’t for you.

This is martyrdom.”

—“What are you dying for?”
                 Golden boy I would do it all for you.
                 Anything you wanted, except for this
                 Except be second best.

“You”