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Nobody told me it would feel like this. Nobody told me how to do it. 

What is most troubling? 

What is most troubling is how 

Nobody told me 

That sometimes, There’s Nothing to tell when, Put simply,

They do not carry the appropriate fit. 

Too big 

Too small 

Too narrow 

Too wide 

Too short 

Too long 

Too tight around the sides 

Too this 

Too that 

Too skinny 

Too fat 

Too thick 

Too thin 

Too much heaven 

Not enough sin 

Too slow 

Too quick 

Not healthy 

Are you sick? 

Too old 

Too new 

Oh how I wish, 

And worry 

That this road, This flurry – Is much more 

Than going to the store 

And buying, Or even just trying, A good Pair of shoes 

Too little 

Too much 

Too much Gas

Not enough clutch 

Too jealous 

Too petty 

Too here 

Too there 

Too “I want to go steady,” 

but, 

“I don’t know what to wear…” 

Too cold 

Too hot 

Too with me when I am winning, 

And gone when I am not 

Too excited 

Too sad 

Too “Wish I never had” 

Why hadn’t Anyone warned me 

That love could feel like this? 

Like a Mirage – 

Most infuriatingly, 

Why does Everyone ignore the fact, 

The honest and gut-wrenching Truth, 

That every once in a while, 

In order to win 

In order to soothe 

The ache inside ourselves…..

…We must decide to Quit. Especially, 

Most pressingly, 

When one does not have the right fit! 

Anyone on Earth could have shouted, 

Or screamed, 

Or hollered, 

“THERE’S NOTHING TO TELL” 

They should have yelled it – 

“Trust yourself,” 

They should have said 

I should have listened 

Instead I glistened 

Under the sun 

With you 

Even when I knew it to be true – 

That we 

Could not be 

The Right fit 

There’s nothing You can do, 

Nothing to say more, 

Nor pray for – 

Never wait around all day for 

Never let left become right 

Never paint black to be white 

All the time, 

Wondering, 

Is this too tight? 

It is. 

Always choose vision oversight. 

So, 

After Nobody showed me 

That being loved 

Is not the same as Loving, 

And, 

After Everyone agreed 

That most of the time, 

Loving, 

Like trying on clothes….

….is like falling into a pit, I concluded 

That for the rest of Time 

There will hardly ever 

(Some may say Never) 

Be Anything to tell 

About that one Time – 

I happened to find 

To stumble, 

To mumble, 

And rumble, 

Perhaps fumble, 

And crumble 

To eventually become humbled 

By You – 

At the Right Time 

Love, 

The Wrong Fit 


About Stories Matter: Stories Matter is a mentoring program founded by writer Leslie Zemeckis, and co-sponsored by the SBIFF and ENTITY Magazine, for young female writers, nurturing and inspiring the next generation of writers to tell their stories. A weekly intensive where published female authors give their time to encourage and share their writing process. These are the best of the bunch, some remain works-in-progress, and some will (hopefully) take these stories and turn them into longer pieces.

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