Mr. Alright
I spent my whole life looking two steps ahead
in hopes that I might meet you sooner
Mr. Alright
The one to make me feel alright
As if you were just beyond the next horizon
Waiting around every turn
I spent too long listening to Connie Francis
Too long searching for where the boys are
And perhaps my church steeple has past
Perhaps love was one of the detours I never took
Or a detour I took only for a night
Or perhaps love is just a song
A lyric or stanza in an incoherent poem
A poem I ruined when I spilled the ink
Or maybe it was an improvement
The truth is I don’t know much about love
Just how it makes you bleed
The boy who cried wolf
Running to town after every date
After every kiss
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
This one will stay
That maybe this really is love
But would I even know it if it was?
Just another illusion or delusion
To make my feet think they cannot touch the ground
To think of you with certain scents or even sounds
And maybe it’s all too much
Maybe it’s a sensory overload
And I’m just not meant for love
But I’m not alright
Not yet
And I suppose the truth is
That I want to be.
I want so badly to be my own alright
Before I find anyone else’s