I’m learning how to be alone
To look at that couple wildly in love
and know I don’t have that because I’m too busy being wildly free
so when he devours me with that ‘I’m going to tame you’ stare.
I’ll disarm him with my ‘I’m striving for greatness’ eyes
You, with your olive skin and sandy blonde hair,
aren’t ready to walk down that road with me
My sheets are for me to get tangled and dream in
I exist in a world where the road is my front yard
where howling at the moon, naked, with a bottle of whisky
is not only accepted but strongly encouraged.
Where vulnerability and bravery are synonyms
and laughing deeply, loudly, and uncontrollably is a prescribed medication
I don’t have time to worry about you leaving
or what happens when the road calls
I’m sure your skin tastes like the caramel color it is
and those calloused hands could make my back arch
but I’m learning to fuel my own fire
and raising my glass to those who are deliciously in love.