I Found That The One I Wanted (Wasn'T The One I Had) Poem by Jesse Ellsbury

Now that you’re married I find I’m comparing
myself to you all the time.
What kind of a servant have you converted
yourself to now that you’re blind?

I can’t really say that I’m different this way,
I knew that from the start,
why else would I have let you make me sad
if it wouldn’t get to your heart?

In your married bliss I hope that my kiss
buzzes around like a fly
trapped with your lace in an intimate place
you can only deny.

And there I’ll remain like an unsightly stain
of lies upon your tongue –
nothing could persuade me to act as you made me,
I can’t pretend to be that dumb.

On the run I found that the one
I needed wasn’t the one I had,
but to this day I still find a way
to persuade myself that I’m glad
she’s gone.