I am a different woman
with every man.
You think you know me,
think again.
You know 1/8 of this pie
but that should keep you
satisfied.
That should fill you up.
I am not much for compromise
I've learned to live with no regret.
Most the time, I'm half alive.
I live mostly in my head.
Sometimes I wonder
how this came to be.
Flying South all by myself.
I hear my echoes in the dark
but they don't amount to much.
But one slice never does.
Written October 15th, 2012
