Always

They say all men are created equal
But I know better.

No matter how hard you try
There will always be someone waiting at the finish line.
Waiting to throw their success in your face
And rub it in with greedy smiles.

They always finish first
Always get the guy
Always better.

Stuck in the lane for second place
Wasting time as I push to my limit to beat you.
Just once.
To taste the sweet success.
To stand above you
Just that one pathetic time…

For me,
That person is you.

The you that I just hate to love
And love to hate.

You’ve always finished first.
Always got the guy
Always been better.
Always.

*crap... not how i wanted it to turn out at all... the poem i wanted was.. good... but oh well*