Pendulum

Stuck on your swing

wildly swaying through emotions

without control;

without power.

I’m always the menace in your story-

the girl who’s never enough,

never will be enough;

can’t catch a break

in the wind,

or the rain,

or a lazy Tuesday night.

Can’t be loved,

and doesn’t love enough.

Always chasing some invisible dream

concocted in your angry wounds-

a better life,

a better man…

even though I’m standing still,

waiting for you to notice me.