The final two
Her and I
Hand in hand
Like this won’t change a thing
As we await the results

She squeezes my hand
Whispers a gentle
It’s going to be us three
Like always
And i believe it

And as her name is called
I still believe it
Us three
Nothing will change
There was no real winner

If she doesn’t live up to the title
Here i’ll be
To take her position
To take on the roll
And all the responsibilities

She didn’t
And you come crawling to me
Begging me to take the title
To take her place
That i should’ve won anyway

I gladly take it
Because why wouldn’t I
It’s all i’ve ever wanted
You and I
The two as it’s supposed to be

While she’s off on her scandal
It’s as if the competition never happened
And it’s three years ago all over again
With me in the job
And all of the responsibilities


But the scandal lightens
Not as bad as you thought
And suddenly i’m not the winner
And i stand with a crown on my head
And a meaningless title

But you continue to tell me I won
As you tell her the same thing
And how she always says
It’s us three
Even though we know it never will be

But i let it go
As the curtain drops
As the cameras stop rolling
As the audience goes home
As you act like the scandal never happened

And here I am
As I watch the competition back
As I notice how this all really happened
How it is through a different lense
And I turn the television off

And I walk away

I don't like country
and God forbid I ever begin to
for the only thing floating through my head
is her overplayed Luke Bryan playlist
in my rickety old truck
and the silence that was always there

it was with tired eyes looking up
and millions of thoughts running through his head
and tears running down his face
that i then truly learned to love him

Drowning out memories
Maybe I can see things differently
Trying to forget the things you said
The liquid in my cup a cherry red
Another night without you
Forgetting all the lies I bought into
Maybe I’ll forget your name
I was only a part of your game
I can’t see straight
All I did was take your bait
Maybe tonight I’ll find another
Trying so hard to find some other
Ended up in bed with someone new
I knew It was a mistake trusting you

he'd compare my writings to a garden
how my little ideas sprung into something huge
i'd tell him it wasn't like that
that it takes more
it takes more than one little idea
and not all of them make it into something huge
but out of all the wrong things he said
he had this one partially right
flowers grow from seeds
poetry grows from pain