Serial Monogamist
Its funny how
I moved on
And you insist on singing
The same ole song
Describe me as serial monogamist
Defining me a unable to commit
Was I committed to you
When I gave you my time?
Committed to you when I trusted your words?
Committed when I introduced you as my man?
Committed when I remained a friend?
I suppose the hundreds of miles and towns in between
When we were inseparable didn’t mean a thing.
The tears I cried, the feeling I felt, the words I spoke
Were all in vain
After all I am a serial monogamist.
Incapable of the late nights full of true thoughts.
Indecisive, although without a doubt it was you I once longed for.
Now that I have failed you
Or you have failed me
I’m the only one incapable of truly being in love.
Now I suppose you included no hand in driving me away.
Although you never fought for me to stay.
Never agreed on making change.
Compromised has never been your friend.
If the definition fits
I’ll be a serial monogamist
To void unhappiness with men like you.
Uncompromising geniuses,
That only speak the “truth“.
A truth that dissolves like smoke in the night.
A shapeless truth with no meaning in my life.
I will not apologize for being imperfect,
And I’m quit sure I’m right where God wants me.
Unfortunately it doesn’t include a commitment to you.
Sincerely,
Serial Monogamist
-S Harris*
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