Not What We Thoughtby Rita Bradley

You were delighted with me. <BR>I felt the same. <BR>I tried to let you do the calling, <BR>so it would be all your doing. <BR><BR>I was required to pass tests. <BR>At first I did well. <BR>In the glow of your admiration, <BR>I was all sweetness. <BR><BR>But later, in your general dissatisfaction, <BR>you became displeased with me. <BR>I was too dumb yet too ambitious, <BR>definitely, not enough anything. <BR><BR>How I tried to be your chemistry girl, <BR>or at the very least, <BR>lady enough to grace your arm, <BR>trustworthy, not perceived as dangerous. <BR><BR>Instead, I became the friend that you wouldn't let go of, <BR>though the marriage carrot was ever dangled. <BR>So glad I could be your surrogate wife for awhile, <BR>but you never even asked to read my poetry.