His love was cheap
Like a bright red sign that alluded to a great purchase only to leave you with a knockoff version of what you truly wanted
He spoke of a love that he couldn’t show
It was tender, caring and deceptive
It was a love that lent it’s kindness to a soul in need, but never rooted deep enough or long enough to spring forth new life
He gave me that 99 cent love
Just shy of a dollar and worth much less
I sought it with fervor and he dangled the misconception before me like that little black dress on the clearance rack that was just one size too small!
Stuck with the decision of leaving “good enough” behind never knowing if the perfect fit was out there
He gave that 99 cent love
Just shy of a dollar but worth much less
Good enough just wasn’t good enough for her anymore
She wanted the perfect fit.