Accept

Accept that she doesn’t want you to be there

for her, everythen, everythere, everytime.

She wants to get hurt, she wants to know fear,

she wants to learn life lessons in crime,

in passion, in absence, in love, in hate.

She will be and kill what you hold dear,

she will leave early and come home late,

she will be proud, waste and ace her prime.

Accept that she will one day be gone,

accept that she will answer to no one;

accept that you will find none like her.

Ever again.

She will be just as unlikely as a comet

shooting across both your life and pain,

and you will never have that sort of grit,

she alone will make it a boon or a bane.

She will be more free than you’ll ever be,

you know, for you tried it and failed miserably.

She will be just and unfair, both lock and key.

And turn away. 

Accept all of that and live, or be damned

for you’re alone in the hot, glistening sand.

She’s already out there past the crossway.