The things I love that are not you do not diminish you.
The things I love that are not you are not a mirror
reflecting flaws and failings back at you,
They are the peculiar part of me I only share
The things I love that are not you make room for you.
The things I love that are not you welcome and adore you,
only to be spurned and distressed
by you; a cuckoo in the nest.
Your intention to dethrone
with tyranny and contempt,
the things I love that are not you
will lead to banishment
will only serve to clip your wings
and ground you in your shame,
lonely would be usurper,
never wholly mine again
I am intimidated by the things you love that are not me
and I can not love or understand the things you love
I can only