I Met A Girl

 

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.