Savage Realism

I can feel myself slipping...ready to fall.

Flustered and stressed.
There's no one to catch me...no one at all.

So often I dream of my could be's.

But hope I for so little.
And pray for so much.

You'd think me a pessimist
but I will not use you as my crutch.

You say you're confused.
And you've found that spark..

But I see where this is going...
I'm waiting for that hallmark

I'm soon to be excused.

I am convenient.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Running rampant.

I am not that girl next door.

If we haven't met yet...
I am Savage.
I will never quite be right...
But that's quite alright...