I started out dating one at a time; Diligent— no, hopeful of a good find. But as longevity became more rare, I internalized that I must scare; Scare them away from something I lack They vanish in silence with absolutely no tact. A dating history like mine belongs in a song. Promised forevers? They just don’t belong One left in fear of my past Another feels no good things will last. More than one was afraid to commit One left to go raise his kid. One left on the first date but caught the bartender’s eye One left only after intentionally making me cry. There was the notorious on again/off again with his ex Or the one in a relationship he hadn’t told me of yet. The one that left because I was too far away Or the ones that left me when I just wanted to play. The one that left because I was not what he wanted Or the ones that left because I was too easily hunted. Or the controlling one that fiercely refused to share; My time with my friends going “God knows where.” There’s the one that so swiftly, pushed me away Or the one filled with rage— tried to force me to stay. There was the one that was critical in all that I did Or the one that left since my dancing, he could not rid. There’s the one that left me for my friend, boy did that feel good, But immediately he was rejected— like my best friend should. One left after tiresome attempts, he realized my morals couldn’t be swayed. One left after a drunken fight, but the chivalrous role, he certainly played. What about the one that left because my feelings were too strong, Or the one whom felt in his “perfect world,” I didn’t belong? One couldn’t leave quick enough upon discovering my religion. Another left because his depression didn’t offer another decision. One left because he pictured me better as a friend One left because, and I quote, “I deserve a ten.” Wish I had a dollar for the ones that left because they didn’t get that one thing; I’d have enough for the class they couldn’t afford, a hammock, a boat, and a ring. There’s the one that left because I wasn’t the size That he could easily bench-press at his gym inside. But there’s many that left with not a syllable as to why; Have you tried to reach closure without a goodbye? Now that’s not to say that I haven’t initiated the leaving with lots; There’s a few I set free that still cloud my memory in spots. But I’m confident of the dozens I’ve found, That my ultimate star is still not around. Optimism and patience are just enough for this rhyme, So I’m waiting for guidance from the truly divine. The handsome Mr. Right couldn’t possibly be one that left Because to him, I’ll be a woman he couldn’t fathom to forget.
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