It’s too rare

that someone walks into your life

and immediately takes hold.

So, I’ll pursue

In the hope that maybe

Just maybe

She can make the sadness go away.

I know better, though.

The sadness never leaves for good.

He just goes away for awhile,

granting me a small reprieve

to see her face

and be happy.

He knows

that down the road

she can be used against me,

like the first.

He knows

that the deeper I allow her roots to stretch,

the more of my soul she’ll tear out when she goes.

Then the sadness will return,

with the girl on his arm

and a shit grin on his face,

eager to make up for lost time,

like an old friend that likes to watch me suffer.

On that day,

I won’t resist,

or hold a grudge.

I won’t curse my god or myself.

I’ll just break out the bottle,

grab two glasses and smile

because fuck him.