Shade

He is the truth
This is a problem.
Flaws headed behind his light skin
Respect shown as if I am his next kin
Treats me better than a simple girlfriend
And then some,

He is my smile,
Searching for the reality of
Not understanding
The infamous of why he chooses me,
Here come the insecurities, the doubt,
The imbalanced emotion of who deserves what.

I am his shade.
Balanced by my desire for rain.
Surfaced through the sand storm that is his name.
I stay on my knees as they bleed,
He shows no remorse as he wraps up his night,
Failing to acknowledge my plight to be here.