I don’t want to be Ms. Right Now
You choose me out of convenience
I’m a time killer
A slot filler
But I’m not the one
Agreeing to be something that…
That kills me inside everyday
I need more
I deserve more
But…
I run to you
The stupid “I can change you,” mantra fills my ears
Clinging to a life that doesn’t belong to me
You are a storybook ending just not in my story
My novel is still being penned
The impatience to skip to the end
To see how it all stacks up
To see the one who is…
Mine
But the road keeps twisting
The story keeps me up
Not the nail biting thriller
But a slow tell-all
Wanting you is forcing me into a box
You aren’t the one
My brain knows it
But it doesn’t matter
It never softens the “we need to talk,” blow
The ability to get back out there is…
Terrifying
To stand tall after
To be positive I am ready
When bravery kicks courage in the ass
I return to the parade of people that aren’t you
But you aren’t my ending
Just a bad chapter