Two For The Show

I’ve never loved a good man, that much I know,

I’ve always stood on grassless graves for the show.

Through groves and meadows, I’ve searched for sympathy,

But lately my callused feet are killing me.

And I get trapped in these daydreams of your smile,

Sweeter than candy, more bitter than my bile.

I swear you know it too, we’re cursed to collide,

We’re cursed to implode until there’s nowhere to hide.

I’ve never loved a good man, that much I know,

But you counted down, you said “two for the show”,

And the armor I carried fell on the rocks and smashed.

Right then I knew – this feeling will never pass.

-Jackie