I'm going to tell you a story. Yes, you, the reader. You, dear reader, are going to learn my story. My life.

"Rejected?"
No college,
no future,
no reason for me
to stay here.

I travelled
all around the world,
met the most
wonderful guy.

Lost all my money
on a house he now owns.
Lived in a box,
parents laughing from above,
thinking themselves clowns.

Got a job,
saved up some money,
moved far,
far away.

Cut my hair,
caked on make-up
slipped on the costume
of Cinnamon career Exotic Dancer.

Forgot me,
slipped into a coma of
romcoms, cigarettes
and cheap wine.

Guys by the dozen
and girls by the double,
games, drugs,
sex, drink.

Finally out
off of my couch,
moving again,
found a new man.

He treats me well,
or, well, so I thought,
now he's rich
and laughing somewhere I'm not.

But that's okay,
this time around,
you stay up there now
and I'll be fine
down here on the ground.