goodbye to libra

Maybe she'll be good to you, maybe she'll give you all of the girls you said you always wanted.

Maybe she'll be the man you've always needed.  Someone strong, fierce, demanding.  I need you here, you need to do this, let's get you there.

Maybe she would because you would.  Maybe you'll keep that gaze in her eyes and she'll keep her smile.  

You'll continue on, this the lil pony and her small world.  But I know where you've been.  I know what you've done.  I know when you've been afraid, those times in the dark, with the unknowns.

There aren't any ghosts this time.  There is the broken frame on your back step.  There's a girl in a black dress and a little white dog.  There's the wood and the plastic and the circles.  Apple martinis and cheap cologne.  Suit up and curls and you forgot what it's like to be a man, breezing in and blowing away.  

Fingerprints on mahogany and love notes over music notes and Christmas Mass sinners.  

You told her color with peep-toes, like you would know, because you'd know what men want from women.  And you wouldn't go with her.  Just this one, come with me.  

And she'll win this round and the next, but she'll be left behind.  But she'll never know she's been pitted against her and the men, oh the men.  

It's strange, how you used to know her.  And now the move on.  And she'll never learn.  But, somehow, it never really mattered anyway.