I spill my soul in the cramped McDonald's booth,
The words pouring out,
Two fries held between my fingers, forgotten about for the moment
She sits opposite me
Head tilted in confusion,
Absentmindedly playing with a straw packet
I wonder what she must think of me,
All side eyes and quivering lip one minute;
"I'll never find someone who'll stay."
"Maybe that's for the best."
Sheepish grins and sparkling eyes the next;
"He seems really serious though,"
"He might be different."
Does she ever experience this?
The wild swings from self love to self loathe,
Unlovable, undesirable,
Beautiful, worthy,
Goddess to nothing and right back
All in the time it takes
For her to finish her burger
Shit. Brain freeze.
The jarring pain shuts me up for a moment
And she jumps in,
Mouth full of food,
Eyes full of pride,
"You are worthy of love,"
"He is not your first, he won't be your last,"
"You can make mountains move all by your damned self."