She told me "I'd disappear for a while if I could trust my self to come back to all of this" She won't come back to this She's too big for this She's too big for this Or I'm too small for her Or the horse she rode in on died And now she's riding off on an elephant I don't know
Not all surprises are surprises Sometimes we just act surprised So that the other person doesn't feel bad about us knowing ahead of time I've never really been in a fight So I don't know what hurts worse a sucker punch Or a punch you see coming Either way this hurts A lot less like a punch And a lot more like getting branded at a bonfire in a cornfield by your best friend with a paper clip It burns Then bleeds Then welts Then itches For along *** time it itches Then when it's done itching It's there Forever And every time someone sees it for the first time you have to tell that story Of how you you got your *** burnt with a paper clip by your best friend in a cornfield at a bonfire Or about getting sucker punched Or surprised Or about being too small for her
Sometimes you grieve before their gone You write your love letters and goodbye notes at the same time And you've seen her go so many times in your mind That by the times she actually does ride off on an elephant It's like you're watching reruns And just crying out of habit
But sometimes you want to feel like size doesn't matter That whether she's too big for this Or I'm too small for that That somehow it just fits
That's when you grieve Before they're gone When they're going And after they've left And you spend your nights wondering who the good guy was But no one wears black cowboy hats or white cowboy hats in relationships So you never get to know who the good guy was I want to think it was her I'm starting to believe it was me And that hurts To think I was so wrong for so long
You see size tends to matter When you're reaching for the stars One of you is going to reach them Swing of Orion's Belt and grab the moon And while they're staring back at earth You'll still be here Pumping your Reebok's Trying to get just enough air in your shoes To be just big enough To jump just high enough That they're just won't forget you While they're off doing things That you are just too small to do
A collection of poems by me is available on Amazon Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe http://goo.gl/5x3Tae