So there’s me…and those other girls.
The ones compared with straight hair and perfect curls.
The ones that are witty and a touch prettier than me-And the one that I introduce as myself, but… isn’t quite me.
The one that you dated, the one that you’d trust… (super
athletic and sexy) much like the one you hated…and lust.
All of them standing in the lineup with me-There’s her- and her-
and my insecurity.
They are shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip-you let them be.Turn away, walk along, but they force you to see.
“Don’t compare us,” but “please tell us who you love more???” Not realizing your glancing at a rear view mirror…not a revolving
door.
But honestly speaking, in this lineup- I see-is THEIR “one that that they introduce- that isn’t quite me.”
So in higher-self and lower-self, in the ether they float-the women that we
think that you’d like the most.
But something that sparks here and there with a dimming light-
Is the ME that I can (breathe out, breathe in) sleep with at night.
