The In-Between

I’m an end of the spectrum hopper

at one extreme or the other

wishing I could slide myself over

to the middle, find comfort in 

a happy medium, a less drastic 

direction one way or the other.

But no, for me, I get the all or nothing, 

desire to consume me now, hold

me till I can’t breathe, try so hard 

with an outpouring of over-the-top

sweetness that my teeth begin to hurt.

Or it’s let’s be friends with benefits,

take it really slow, and I hear again, 

what’s the rush? So I’m dangling 

once again on said spectrum end

waiting for the magical words

that we are now moving into the 

middle, the long sought after in-

between I’ve been hoping for,

but what you must know is I only

ever bounce from end to end, as

drastic as us distinguishing from 

the left and the right nowadays, 

which has become a part of the 

demise of reaching the in-between. 

The current political climate has 

severely torn us into supporters 

of the current regime or haters, 

finding a middle next to impossible.

So what’s a girl to do when it’s sex 

and friendship only, or desperation 

with sappy, disingenuous motives 

to ultimately have some void filled,

one they can’t or don’t want to cope

with anymore, leading me to believe 

that perhaps what they should be 

seeking is a mommy instead.