Not What We Thought
You were delighted with me.
I felt the same.
I tried to let you do the calling,
so it would be all your doing.
I was required to pass tests.
At first I did well.
In the glow of your admiration,
I was all sweetness.
But later, in your general dissatisfaction,
you became displeased with me.
I was too dumb yet too ambitious,
definitely, not enough anything.
How I tried to be your chemistry girl,
or at the very least,
lady enough to grace your arm,
trustworthy, not perceived as dangerous.
Instead, I became the friend that you wouldn't let go of,
though the marriage carrot was ever dangled.
So glad I could be your surrogate wife for awhile,
but you never even asked to read my poetry.
About the Author: Rita Bradley is in the throes of depair over a recent breakup. Hopefully it will make for good poetry. Please let me know if you think I should keep writing.