Argon of Aragon

Your puffed up lips
So pompous, so full
Confidence is for the mighty
Arrogance for the weak.

So delicate, and still raw.
And I know that to you,
What I give, is never enough
I know, I know.

You did not fail to conspire today
Like I always fail to inspire
But having yourself, to yourself is sufficient
You never fail to satisfy you.

You think me jealous, envious
But what is there to want from you
Are you not always in want?
Wanting more, and more?

You don't even believe
That you will never be good enough
Not to them- even if you were to me,
Yet, you blame me for lacking.

Your invitations ceased,
And I found myself in luck to have fallen from your favor,
To nevermore be invited to your banquet table
Where you daily sell yourself to the highest bidder

To be spared to see you like pyrite
Only to look at me on your way
Over your shoulder you glance,
Thinking me covetous
If only you knew: it was simply
pity.

-Noemi E. Garcia Rigsby