Ok Girl,

Stop feeling these lyrics and leave him.

Subtweeting at the top of your lungs but can’t be heard a mere whisper for leaving what does not serve you.

You rather argue on elevators over simple questions.

And question everything he does when you see a phone in his hand.

A game of destruction because you can’t bear to solo play in uncertainty.

Longing for independence while you keep both of your hands closed to its offer.

Actions merited for the badge of insanity.

A continuous loop with no results.

Girl dump him.

He may not even be all that bad, but you aren’t happy.

Holding yourself back with the qualms of time wasted being the only result for time invested.

Mental motifs designed to shield the gratitude for experience developed during transition.

Scars healing with the oxygen expelling from the space they needed.

Movement against stillness.

But instead you stay.

Living in a constant scoring of disappointments and resentments.

While your thoughts drift to clouds of movie scenes where the characters didn’t settle.

Where love seemed like the only real choice anyone had to make.

Where you talk to your friends and suddenly you’re brave.

But your life is a movie.

And it is written for you to have no fear in your spirit.

Action.

Do you trust yourself enough to do what is best for you?

Is this what is best for you?

Gut check. Does your reality feel good?

Ok girl.

Stay with him.

Reduce yourself to a lane of defeat and contempt.

No use blaming anyone around you.

You wanted this.

To waste time.

To miss out.

To give up.

So smile.

In a way only Mona Lisa could.

Behind a peculiar expression that could signal this or that.

A clean canvas for the projection of others.

Your feelings erased from the story.

You are now what it looks like.

I pray for your strength.

An eagle must soar.