I am the opposite of love, I am dystopian

in a rainbow cloud, so few of them left

because promises are meant to be broken

and it is easy to see the obvious

for the eyes see, the hears hear, the emotions

well do, the senses understand, subtle gestures

are taken note, demeanors noticed.

I am pride, I am a black hole,

wanting more, like you, parading your trophies

with a demure look like they don’t mean anything,

waiting for the aha moment, when the congratulations

come about, your smile to me, jubilant

and of course I congratulate

while simmering, you note the simmer,

smile even more, I want what you have.