You’re the type of good
that doesn’t know
how good she is
which makes it easier
for you to accept the attentions
of the mediocre
like me.

I wish I could tell you
just how good you are:
how kind
how sweet
how incredibly capable
and astonishingly artistic
but that would spoil the game
and no doubt
give you the motivation
you so richly deserve
to leave me.