maybe it's better this way

maybe my self respect will transition from an oak

relying on your rain

to a cactus

growing toward her sun

because i know she won't be bitter

about my having myself figured out

i know she won't make remarks over the table

about my vegan meals

i know she'll kiss me

just like you did

but she won't get hurt when i'm not in the mood

she won't replace you

but i don't want someone like you

because you're rain

and i'm already wet enough