Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Good Enough?

Don't you dare call me your child.
Your baby,
Honey. Sweetheart.

What you didn't know was I was
Always on the side lines
Playing good enough.

I have never been beautiful,
I have never been smart,
Just good enough.
Good enough to fuck
Good enough to be handled like cheap
Meat on the verge of turning,
Panicking to get in and out
Before I change my mind.
But how could I when you had my heart?

Highjacked like stolen electronics;
Only responding to your signal.
Living for the moments that you noticed me,
Waiting to pick out the thin invisible wire
That I thought connected us

Love? - I whispered to myself, Love?
Only occasionally.

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