Maybe if.

Maybe if I gave more,
he'd see my selfless acts
And see a beauty there that he couldn't live without.
Maybe if I smiled more often,
he'd see how happy I am,
and feel that he needed my smiles around to cheer him up.
Maybe if I cracked more jokes,
he'd see what a good attitude I have
and he'd keep me close to tell him to keep going when he's down.
Maybe if I had cooked a better dinner for him
he'd see what a good homemaker I am
and he'd realize how nice it would be to have someone that'd take care of him.
Maybe if I made him more trinkets and affections
then he'd see my creativity
and love me for my ability to see art in all the angles of life.
Maybe if my butt were more shapely and my gut more slender
then he'd be able to look past the outside
and love what I have on the inside.
Maybe if I had sang along with him in the car that night
he'd hear my voice
and feel like he wanted to sing along with me forever.
Maybe if I kissed him the right way
he'd never want to stop.
Maybe if I had tried harder
Maybe it would have all worked out.
Maybe he just hasn't seen the best parts of me.
Maybe he doesn't know what he passed up.
Maybe if I would have shown him all the sides of me
that make me more beautiful inside
than she is on the outside
maybe he would still be here in my bed
rather than chasing after her instead.