Sobering

It’s sobering

Just to see her hands all over him

I know they’ve been to every bone

Just the structure of his cheeks alone

Makes me weak below

I’ll just live with the lump in my throat

Learn not to jump so I don’t sink under something I want

Be gracious

Gritting my teeth til I lose faith in believing he’ll choose

To turn to me for a muse

Let me pine

I’ll get in line

I bet my time will come

It’s typical

Every time I seem to slip I fall and hit a wall

And he waltzed in

Gave a glimpse of what wе might have been

Now the light is dim

I’ll just live with thе lump in my throat

Learn not to jump so I don’t sink under something I want

Be gracious

Gritting my teeth til I lose faith in believing he’ll choose

To turn to me for a muse

It’s humbling

Just to see how hard I fumbled him

I stumbled into something so absolutely out of my control

Think its time to go