Unfinished

Oh the irony of the girl who stays with the guy who is the safe choice. The guy who may not treat her like a queen, yet she settles. She becomes accustomed to everything so that it begins to seem normal. But it isn't. It just isn't. Meanwhile, a match that is different yet just as perfect comes along, and she just brushes it off. She doesn't want to take the risk because she's thinking. Thinking. Fuck thinking. She thinks that she won't find someone like who she's got. She thinks there's no one else out there for her because it's been so long. This is all she's known. She thinks that this fool treats her like she's the only one for him. But she isn't. There's always something else. Someone else. But she stays. She knows it's scary out there. So let's just take the safe route. Why risk everything that is already established? Everything that's good and well? Stray away? She never strays.

She holds it down.
Until she finds her way.