somehow we manage to fall for boys that will always make us run in place , & when you're done chasing him you find yourself chasing down bottles of vodka because it makes an excuse to text him one more time . & isn't it sad that you've made your life into a game of tag when you happen to always be the one who's it . stop . stop running , stop chasing boys who've had girls run all thru his bed & out his door . stop letting yourself get caught as soon as it's supposed to be his turn to run for you . you're not being fair to yourself . this boy , this average boy has managed to convince you that he is the only one to love you , the only one to know just what to say & know exactly where to touch . he had you convinced he'd move mountains & all he did in the end was kick rocks . somehow he has slid his way into your skin & got trapped there . but you have to let him out . you cannot let him stay in a home he has deserted & if he ever decides to come for a visit , tell him that although you are a beautiful place to see, you are more than a vacation home . you are a house you have to build from scratch & he isn't worth the work .
