The queen of self-fulfilling prophesies, me
Of the dark skin
The brown eyes
Mouth too wide, but silent
Too silent for you to understand
The shift in our conversation comes as no surprise
My expectations outstrip your performance
Or maybe it was me who was too high
Searching for affection in lies
You meant to let me down easy
But I toppled all on my own
Could I accept that this was a distraction
Until you moved on to the next song
She’ll sing perfectly that tune you want
Fa la la la…
And so long
I’ll linger here wondering
Considering the what ifs
The possibilities that turned
Into nothings like I knew they would
But at least one of us is moving
Being, doing
And going on
At least one of us got what they came here for