she loved me
despite myself
she was quite proud of that
always pointing out
the despite

she loved me
for who she thought
i could become
not who i was
but future me

she loved me
for my words
the ones that flowed
onto the page
just for her

but
when it came to me
the real person
the one across from her
or next to her in bed

she didn’t really
care for me
not as much
no
i was not quite right