Never Settle

It was like

When Peanut Butter

Met Jelly

Like

When Mac

Met Cheese

It was lit

It was fire

It was real

It was all

There ever was,

All there ever will be.

She was hooked

Like there’d never been another

Like she was closed for business

‘Cause why open the store

If nothing was for sale?

And even when he left

Even when his scent was washed away

Even

When the sound of his voice

Was foreign

Too unfamiliar

To be hers anymore

She remembered

What it was like

To be loved.

And that was enough.

So the girl

The woman

The lady

The auntie

Whoever she’d become

Whoever she became

Would never settle again…

‘Cause she knew now.

And the store couldn’t open

For just any old body.