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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this poem or the situation. They belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, Fox, Mutant Enemy, etc.
Author's Notes: This is from Angel's PoV during "When She Was Bad" when Buffy's doing that sexy dance with Xander.
Her words sting
But not as much as her actions
As the sight of her with him.
He has so many parts of her that
I can’t have
And now the one part I thought I could.
He has the sunlight
On her hair
On her face
Her tests and TV shows,
Her teenage angst.
He has her jokes,
Her lunches,
Her meaningless little gestures,
And nonsense words
That I love.
There, I admit it.
I love them.
I love her.
And I can never have her.
Even the one part of her
I thought I had,
I pretended I could touch.
I fooled myself into believing that maybe
Just maybe
I had the part of her that’s out on that dance floor now
The part of her
I can always see
In any light.
But she’s not mine
It was all a game
A trick of the light,
So to speak.
I fooled myself
Into thinking...
What?
That she loved me maybe.
That I had that part of her
That loves
That desires.
That even a small piece of her was mine.
But it was only me
Fooling myself.
Maybe he doesn’t have that part of her,
Maybe he never will,
But neither will I,
And he has her in the sunlight.