I do…

Do you even remember?
I do…
 
Sitting in the back of your red truck?
I do…
 
When we talked about everything?
I do…
 
And about what I was going to be?
I do…
 
And what you had to be?
I do…
 
Don’t you remember what you said?
I do…
 
That I was never going to be good enough?
I do…
 
That I was damaged, ruined, not quite right?
I do…
 
That she was much better than me?
I do…
 
And she was just right for you?
I do…
 
Well, I think I did just fine,
I do…
 
And I think I survived,
I do…
 
And I’ll yet be good enough,
I do…
 
Just not for you, but for me,
I do…
 
I think I’m just fine with or without you,
I do…
 
© Juliet Maruru 2009 www.jmaruru.wordpress.com