An Other’s Love

With my heart my weapon,
I compete for yours.
My opponent equally equipped,
though seemingly more adept.

In a competition of two
I fight for second place.
Defeated by my own
plagues of inferiority.

Resting in your heart
is room for one.
I shrink in pause,
it isn’t me.

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