another lonely wednesday

“He’s letting you down easy.
Get out while you still have
What’s left of your heart
And your dignity,” she says.
“You’re so naïve,” he says,
“he only wanted sex, and now
He wants out.”
“There are other fish in the sea,”
She says, “You’ve been out four times already,
And today, Matt called you Beautiful.”
“Yeah,” he says, “He doesn’t realize,
How lucky he is.”
“Yes,” she agrees, “He doesn’t see
Your value, anymore.”
And silence engulfs me,
As I digest these sharp words
And try to swallow them whole,
Chasing them down with tepid tears.
“But he asked me to the party!”
I argue, “besides, you don’t even know,
I‘m willing to take things slow.”
“He only wants a piece, you’re so naïve.”
And I have to leave
So they won’t see the tears, stinging
My swollen eyes.
“Come out, come out,” they say,
“We just don’t want to see you hurt.”
Well it’s too late for that now,
Isn’t it?
And you aren’t, are you . . . ?
And you do, don’t you . . . ?
And why do I . . . ?
And why can’t I just walk away
While my head can still be held high?
Because I miss you
I just can’t toss you away
I miss your kisses
And your roguish smile
And our giggles
And how ticklish you are
And our long conversations in each other’s arms
And the stupid smile
That grazes my face in the morning
After 3 hours of sleep
On Wednesday.
So how do I throw
All of that away?
How do I face
Another lonely Wednesday?