the curb

I’m gaining strength every day, 
getting stronger needing you less wanting you less                             
Not being drawn in by your words or your sexy eyes

Letting go of a situation I am much too good for                                                                                        
Yes, I deserve a monogamous relationship
Here’s the thing, you do too,
 you’re just too immature to realize it                                                          
We deserve the same thing

Love

Waking up to someone who knows who we truly are 
and loves us in spite of it                                  
Someone who accepts their own flaws as well as those of others

A love that makes us want to go places and explore the world together.   A love that makes us want to close the door, live out fantasies and explore one another

A love that when having a bad day, we can pick up the phone and hear, 
“ baby it will be ok” or  
“love lets pray on that together” right there in the moment on the phone, 
not wait till I get home

A love that makes me think about you in the middle of the day,
that makes you call me on your break to tell me you’ve been feeling the same way

We all have baggage; I do and clearly so do you.
I chose to leave mine at the train station you had a choice too 
And carry it all with you is what you chose to do.

It’s sad the same thing I adore about you 
is the same thing that gets on my nerves                            
But until the bus arrives going the same way I am,
I will just sit and wait on the curb