She laid in the bed like a piece of paper waiting, Every question in her mind raging in a swirl of O’s, A constant circle with no answers or ends to the why she didn’t know.
Where did this all fall apart, How does she get her heart back to start?
He left her dry and dirty like a sipped martini, No note left or any gentle weening, Boom gone that night with his new future gleaming.
In a sudden fury she got up and started to draw, Needing to make sense of this all, Only coming up with X’s on the wall.
Lost and confused with tears starting to fall, She was played like a game of tic-tac-toe he drew the last X as she watched him go.
Asking herself how long it was a game she had no clue, Realizing somehow she played it too.
Pretending things were perfect all the time, imagining things were a fine glass of wine, Loving enough for both apparently isn’t a game made for two, Was the lesson learned in her O’s soaked in blue.