Lesbian Poetry

Still On the Ground

I'm settling for her,
because you don't want me.
And I hate myself,
because I can't be,
will never be,
good enough for you.

My hands on her body.
I can't stand to touch her.
And I hate myself
because I can't be,
will never be,
attracted to her.

I'm whispering to her.
The words upon her ears
were written for you,
And only for you.
You'll never hear.
Cause you'll never care.

She's falling for me, but
I've already fallen.
I lay on the ground
while she's flying.
I'm such a bitch
because she thinks
that I'm up there with her.