I am better at living a life without a
who used to be a friend and a crush.
I no longer look back at the place we
He is distant as my vision can see towards
the city skyline.
The man drove me into romantic madness
I never went off the deep-end of my sanity,
but in the moments of boy-craziness,
there was a revolution in my soul.
It was called feminism.
It told me that he doesn't respect me,
even though he seemed to be a "nice guy".
It drove me to graduate,
cope with a pet's death,
and working at two jobs.
It was the muse for an art show that empowers
women all over town.
Now I never dare to look at his work
His name tastes like expired fruit
The memories of what he once had with me are
being replaced by thoughts of stories that I always
make sure to bring to life.
He may be a star in one audience's eyes
But I know times change
He is now the loser I never want to unexpectedly