Walkaway Jen
You’re begging me to stay with words as hollow as my heart
In your eyes the fear of being alone
You’re not mine, you never were
Finally facing what I’ve always known;
By staying I’m keeping you from her—the One you’ll really love.
Secretly she wonders if she’s ever really been in love
Pictures of former flames with other girls, faces beaming in a way they never did before
They fought her when she walked away until they realized she was right
An appetizer before the entree
The intro before the show
She carefully forgets she once swore she’d never fall in love
Not after witnessing her parents’ divorce
What good can come of anything that can destroy someone so much
Sifting through relationships
Like shirts in a boutique
Trying them on for size and discarding them
Rifling through conversations like pages in a bookstore
Only to leave them unbought
None of them ever fit quite right
None of them ever seem quite right
Settling
Her mama tells her to stop chasing fireworks
To go for the slow burning candle
But why can’t she have both?
Why does it always feel like she’s settling for second best?
They keep the bed warm and play the dutiful husband, the enamored boyfriend
She convinces herself it might be real
A white lie she knows deep down
Until she can’t lie to herself anymore
Edging closer to the door, to freedom
Yet the sting of loneliness gets her every time
How do you feel the seconds, the minutes without someone else?
How do you find peace alone?
Queen of broken hearts
That were never really broken
Their tears dry too quickly
They move on so easily
There’s solace in they didn’t suffer long
She’s too easily replaceable
Too easily replaced