Fine, Fine, Fine
a song about messy endings, & trying (and failing) to be friends with someone you wanted to be way more than friends with
A Few Announcements -
My book, THE START OF IT ALL, is OUT NOW!! If you haven’t read it yet, link below! And if you have, there’s a section where you can leave a review :)
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Okay, that’s it! Onto this week’s song/poem! Check out one from a few weeks ago here and another one from yesterday here. I’ve been in a musical mood lately! I think all of the great music coming out this Spring has got me over her fantasizing about being a singer-songwriter. Anyone relate?
I will also say — I have been actively trying to post things that make me nervous lately. Essays and poem/songs that make me go “Wait, is anyone going to like this? What if everyone hates this?”
It is scary to take creative risks. And also really gratifying and worth it. There is always the possibility that what I’m putting out into the world will resonate with someone in exactly the way it’s meant to — and I choose to dwell in that possibility every time I hit ‘send’ on this blog.
When reading over the words below, the thought popped into my head “is this even any good?”
And then I asked myself, “does this feel true?” ‘
And it does. It really does. It’s raw, it’s specific, and it’s been sitting in my drafts since the fall. It’s time for it to be yours.
You kissed my hand
I came home, did the dishes
Broke a glass
It wasn’t the only thing that shattered fast
Most shiny things just aren’t built to last
Next day you called
You got caught up in the moment
And that’s all
You always had a knack for making me feel small
With you, I’m quick to rise and quick to fall
I guess the rubs on my back meant nothing
And the scratches on my shoulder were a lie
In case you forgot
I’m not one to let girls see me cry
You say we’re just friends
That’s just pretend
I know how this ends
But it’s fine, I’m fine, I’m fine