SHE SAT IN HER MINIVAN

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She sat wondering what he saw in her

She wasn’t the colorful person anymore

The one that laughed louder than most

Danced until her legs gave way to gravity

She wasn’t the girl with the goth hair

Or the one wearing the fishnets and heels

She wasn’t that girl anymore

She was too old, too wrinkled, too tired

She could feel the air trying to kill her

It wanting to turn her into dust, bury her

She didn’t have manikin smooth skin

And she can’t sneeze or she will pee

There are a million other girls, younger

Beautiful skin, pretty colors, funky hair

Tattoos, piercings, badass attitudes

All riding on the backs of motorcycles

While she sits watching in her minivan