i am worth something,
not dollars or gold
euros or marble.
to be wrapped around
in some mangled mess of words.
i comfort you when you cry
and even when you don't.
when i go wrong you say
"things will be better,"
when he goes wrong
you rush to his side
like prince charming to the rescue.
i don't understand
and maybe i never will.
now i know not to believe.
not in the trees,
or in the air i breathe,
*but in you.