I could have run another mile with you,
In those beautiful shoes that made my feet bleed,
But Maybe I didn't want to.
What else could I have given you anyway?
More of my time, more of my energy?
More of my Mother’s money?
Whatever. I’m happy now.
Like you’d care.
Do you think I’m jealous?
When I see the pretty girls twirl?
That could have been me: I just didn't want it.
I gave you the hours of my childhood;
Missing beach barbecues to sit in sticky red theaters with you,
And still I wasn't good enough.
What makes you think I’d waste my whole life on you?
But I’ll try those dusty shoes on one more time,
Just to see if my feet still bleed.
It’s not like I miss weaving those satin ribbons
Around my aching ankles.