Talking to Myself.

A Poem by Megan

he’s a jerk.
and i’m just a girl.
i thought he’d be the one
to give me the world.
i’m alone,
he’s with her.
it doesn’t surprise me
that he found another girl.
he was wrong,
but we were right.
he’s off in love again
while i’m here another night.
i hear them say,
new york’s a riot.
but i’d much rather be down south.
they’ll ask me why,
i’ll say for love.
but before i’m criticized
because i am so young,
i remember,
i’m not in love anymore.
and it’d be worthless.
there would be no point.
chasing after something that
doesn’t want you? who does that?
honestly?
especially when that something
has already moved on.
but maybe they have not moved on
to necessarily better things.
and that’s okay.
‘cause neither have i.
he wanted more,
things i couldn’t give.
things as simple as a hug or a kiss.
i was far away,
he couldn’t take it.
though love was just enough for me,
but only me.
so to me he’ll be a jerk,
for all the scars he put
on my previously perfect heart.
to him i’ll be another one,
‘cause i’m sure i was just another one.
and maybe this girl is too.
and for that i’m sorry,
but i won’t waste my time on a player,
who will surely play me.
i’ll find a real man,
maybe one day,
who won’t run away from his problems,
quite literally.
and this girl looks like all she’ll ever be
is a trophy wife,
and not just because she cheerleads.
i guess that’s okay,
if that’s what he wants,
why did i waste my time with
someone who was so shallow?
i don’t know.
but that’s alright.
i’ll invite him to my wedding
just for the reply.
and then he’ll see,
he shouldn’t have left me.
or maybe he’ll just think
how lucky he is to have his trophy wife.
i guess?
that’s alright.