
One day I’ll wed the one that I love,
And they’ll rumor about our future children,
But we’ll both know much better than that.
We’ll burn the tower they’ve all been building.
One day I’ll trust someone other than me,
And perhaps I’ll even have it in me to stay.
They’ll write poems about my lost pride,
Leaving out the damages I’ll have to repay.
One day I’ll stain your rose-colored glasses,
And you’ll still come running back to me.
We’ll exchange glances as they slash my ego,
Assign me their heartbreaks and jealousy.
One day I’ll wed the one that I love,
And they’ll rumor about our future children,
But we’ll both know much better than that.
We’ll finish the bridge that we’ve been building.
-Jackie
