Good enough. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Friends. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But never in a blue moon lovers. No longer a thought more.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tend to think that good enough will get me places, possibly a squeezed space in your lovely heart. That just good-enough could dip my spilling love in gold and my smile in diamonds. Though that\u2019s never the case is it?\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll be good-enough that you’ll remember my name while I scream yours. Good-enough for a remark of quick satisfaction caressed upon my skin like a fork of fading lighting while your eyes roll back. But that\u2019s good enough, right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t need the jewelry draped upon my neckline and the pretty flowers to remind me of you. Nor have I ever wanted a lovely dinner by the ocean’s shores with a medium rare steak on my plate. Never been one for a date or a movie theater really.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So good-enough has always been enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However the small, small, part of me hopes that one day I\u2019ll be too good. Too good for roses and dinners. For dates and movies. Then maybe you\u2019ll shower my heart in gold and my smile in diamonds like I wish for in my darkest moments. Maybe just then I could shine brighter than the sun, and be your one and only light in this life. A silver light in the darkness and daylight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what\u2019s hope without inclination? What\u2019re dreams without someone to be in them? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so I won\u2019t hope, nor will I ever dream for a second more because you\u2019ll always leave time and time again according to the score sheet. You\u2019ll always say goodbye and part ways a little too early in the morning leaving my skin cold in the first dawn. You\u2019ll always take a piece of me with you, wearing it around your neck like a medal from a conquest, but leave me with nothing. My bed will then catch my regretful tears, and grasp for your lingering warmth as I promise myself to never expect different, tracing the words \u201cgood-enough\u201d in my mind. A statial reminder of place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And yet, I\u2019ll do it again when someone else comes along. And once more I\u2019ll hope that I\u2019m too good, that I\u2019m such a miracle that crossed their path like a shooting star. But forever, I\u2019ll just be good enough for that loosely lust craved sleepover. For that quick sensation to fall from your lips rippling across my skin like I did something right finally. I\u2019ll be just good enough to share a blanket and sometimes maybe even a pillow if I\u2019m lucky. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe too good is just for the ones dodging sins and praying to the heavens with their spotless\u00a0hands. Yet, I\u2019ll still whisper to that love struck devil on my shoulder who swears that I\u2019m almost good enough to be too good. I\u2019ll stay the night, hoping the devil keeps its promise that in the morning you\u2019ll fall in love. That in the morning things will be different, and with my matted hair and dripping makeup, I\u2019ll be too good for you. That in those six hours of entangled limbs, shared breaths, and matching heartbeats, I\u2019ll finally mean something. But until then, I\u2019ll settle for the temporary rubies between our glossed lips and the good enough reminders of love you chant in my ear. I\u2019ll be just good enough to endure another false hope.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And maybe we were just friends. A little less than lovers, but I\u2019ll still smile when your name pops up on my phone hoping today I\u2019ll become too-good in your bodily warmth craving bones. But that\u2019s just another broken hope right? Just another little dream in my silly mind that loves love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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