Mortis
Your cold fingers missed me again
I stood quite still waiting
And you passed me by
Taking someone far less worthy
Why is it never me?
Is it because I ask for too much?
I've been ready
And waiting on you for years.
Is it because of the others?
They would get over it.
I'm the one who wants you
Much more than they do.
Yet, here again, I wait
Rejected and sullenly alive
While once again you take
Someone else's breath.
Written 3/16/07
