well you say you want it all but
you don't have what it takes to come and get it,
and frankly,
you're not him.

he knows
that i dance in the rain
and he knows what i love
in terms of books,
baked goods,
and warm-weather clothing.
he holds my hands when they're frozen to the bone and he
presses little kisses into my ear when no one's looking, he
teases me to within an inch of my life and
loves me like you wouldn't believe.

and frankly, you can't give me that
because frankly, you're not him.

he knows every nook of my self and
every cranny of my heart
and i didn't have to tell him -
and you only find one person like that your whole life.

and frankly,
it isn't you.

so i'm sorry -
but he loved me first
and i picked him first
and there's something about the stitching of our souls
that you simply cannot undo.