Poem: Happy Without Me

She was an ordinary girl
in extraordinary disguise.
Her traumas somehow making her
seem different.
Though trying real hard
to pretend to be odd,
her cards were all shown
when dancing with me.
Her constant protestations,
"oh me? I'm not normal,"
fell flat on deaf ears
in the labors of Love.

For every little girl
wants a boy
to show her friends to,
an Alpha of the pack
to be her mate.
young women,
inexperienced,
thinking they can change
the man they love.
Divorcee maidens in middle age,
wondering were it all went wrong,
when the only time they
spoke of their needs
to their lovers
was when they were angry.

In these ways she was very ordinary indeed,
and perhaps we all are.
I warned her I was different,
not ordinary at all
and she said it didn't matter.
I told her what would happen,
why my last lover left.
She said she understood.
Here we are again,
when the realization finally hits her,
what she has done;
Just a I predicted.

Like most ordinary people
she stopped missing me
as son as she stopped crying,
wrote me off as a Fool,
and spent the est of her life
-happy without me.