I Confess I Loved Him More Than I Loved Myself Poem by Mark Heathcote

I confess I loved him more than I loved myself
Never wanted to be left on the shelf
Never -wanted to be second best
Never -wanted to cry alone.
Waving goodbye to my one-time Romeo.

Oh, I confess I loved him more than I ever loved myself
I just wanted to be his precious princess
Less the ring, the wedding dress,
But I'd take the entire god, damn rest.

Never -wanted to be second best.
A bad girl at worst, I was just lost
Looking to solve problems and be loved.

Oh, I confess I loved him more than I loved myself
Is it a curse to chase shadows?
Is it a blasphemy to shun and curse the church?
And make a false idol of him
He who I'd follow to the ends of the earth?
Is it wickedness to love a Luna red moon?
Is it profanity, letting an older boy walk you home from school?
Is it wrong to dye my hair red?
Stop traffic and turn his head.
And never look back again.

Oh, I confess I loved him more than I loved myself
But momma, don't we all make mistakes?
Didn't Daddy once, too, have a good vibe?
And fill your head and heart with riches.
And idolize you with endless kisses.

I confess I loved him more than I loved myself
Never wanted to be left on the shelf
Never -wanted to be second best
Never -wanted to cry alone.
Waving goodbye to my one-time Romeo.