Better Half

The fresh scent of your ego, wraps its arms around me
Gently as it glides deeper in my selfishness and provokes my temper
Telling myself it's temporary
I am mistaken as it lingers on my tongue
Reminding me how bad it was before you
Leaving puddles of my strength in your presence
Your greatness carries me into the cellar of your kingdom
I bow at your feet to greet the better half of me
Complimented as you lean against my talent
Mock me with better lines than the ones that just passed my lips
Better yet upstage me as the votes come in
I rather you win
Because the next one doesn't deserve my hand.

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