Good Luck Chuck


How we meet is how we’ll leave.

Oh God! Why does this have to be?

How can love come so fast, then leave so abruptly?

How can he whisper sweet nothings, and then change his mind so swiftly?

Maybe he just can’t handle what he wants, so what he has is his destiny.

Destined to be with her, instead of with me.

Destined to be complacent, too afraid to take a leap.

He can’t stray away from life’s pedantic rules.

He’s so bogged down with fear; he’s unable to choose.

He’s too indecisive for me, and I can’t wait around and still lose.

So I must move on, unafraid to make my own rules.

I’m falling out of love, slowly and steadily.

I’m changing my mind about him, and I’m almost ready.

I’m leaving him alone, no more emails or telephones.

Got Damn it, I’m grown and not afraid of being on my own.

I’m stepping away from him to offer my life to another to share.

He’s finally out of my system…

No more Good Luck Chuck and truth or dare.

Author: inmynativescribble

A Black man trying to face fear, the past, the present, and reconcile his future.

One thought on “Good Luck Chuck”

  1. Okay, Okay… So this one isn’t about me or even my experience. Wrote it for a friend who was going through it back in 2008. I guess we were going through it together, because I was feeling it. LOL! Hope my readers are feeling it too.

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