Love

They did say that love

Was not about posession

That it was about sacrifice

About seeing the one you love

Happy

And yet,

Somehow,

That's not enough, is it?

I have become

Like every other person who loves

Selfish

It is not enough for me

That you are happy

But if I hear 

That you ran to the window

To see where I went

Or took my name

And missed me

When I was away

Now, that makes me happy

Et too cliche