We wish we could preview the outcome.
Emotions put up for auction.
Mine were showcased
in something less than a bullet proof shield.
Yours were heightened by puffery,
how I received it as is.
Loving for what it's worth,
understanding for what it means.
Could I have put you on reserve
until the appraisal was determined,
before you undermined my stand.
Where things were taken out of context,
maybe I misunderstood the condition of sale,
or the misrepresentation of don't ask don't tell.
I was bidding on lust, betting on us,
getting caught up in love,
when I never even had the option of winning.