Fair enough

I remember that year very well;
That’s when he first came into my life.
So ideal that I wanted to yell,
He became my predominant strife.

I’d be scared to sit next to him,
I’d be silent not to sound stupid…
His occasional touch was my dream –

Boy, did not I get shot by a cupid!

Every time he was looking my way
I would make an effort to look back.
I’d be wondering if he would stay,
Then he’d go and I’d feel like a wreck.

And I knew that he knew what I felt,
That he thought I was not good enough,
That he hated girls wearing a belt,
That my features he found a bit rough.

All friends said he loved being with me,
But I was no dream-girlfriend of his:
Two times bigger my breasts should have been,
Better make-up and less hair frizz…

I was telling myself day and night
That I didn’t deserve such a prat,
That my sizes were in their own right
To be just what they were. Slim or fat.

That I needed no lover who would,
Being with me, think I was an average.
How I wanted to hit him! And I wish I could,
But such fighting would merit no coverage.

All this torture went on for a year.
There was still not a word said between us
On this matter. I just wouldn’t dare,
And he’d act like he did have no penis.

I got over him. What do you think?
It could not keep on going forever.
When beside him, my heart would not sink;
I would talk, laugh and find myself clever.


Such a shame, but my breasts grew in size…
And my make-up now looks so much better…

Once I read “I want you…” in his eyes…

FAIR ENOUGH. It’s his turn to regret it.