She was always “the one that got away” 

The one that loved until her heart bled dry

The one that gave and gave

Until even her capillaries collapsed from being hollow 

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She was always the one that held on too long 

Until her calloused hands gave way 

Until her knees buckled from the weight 

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She was always the one that felt a hand reach out for her

As soon as she was just out of reach 

The one that heard her name being called from the tree tops 

As she ventured out of the city 

The one that saw fireworks spelling out her name 

As she rode her own self out into the sunset 

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Because she never needed anyone to take her on that bike 

She never depended on anyone to keep her warm 

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She was a fire all on her own 

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She may have been directionally challenged

But give her the tools and by God she will find herself exactly where she needed to be 

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She was always “the one that got away” 

Because the men in her life didn’t know whether to fan her fire 

Or deprive her of the oxygen to shine 

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The men in her life were either terrified that beside her, 

She would either burn much brighter 

Or push them to ignite their own 

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And neither option ever felt right for them at the time

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She was always “the one that got away” 

Because once she decided she was done 

She was never turning back

She was never refueling her heart for the same drive 

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And the men in her life thought that 

She would always be there to pick them up when they fell

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In every love story, she was never replaceable

Her fire burned a different shade of bright 

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In every love story, 

The new, the next, and the right after 

Sat dim in comparison to her

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In every love story, 

They looked for her

They cried for her

They feened for her 

They hungered for every bit of love she fed them

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Because you never know what you have lost

Until it’s really gone

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You never know what you have lost 

Until you tasted and nothing tastes as sweet 

Until you have hugged and no one is as warm 

Until you have tried and realized that no one else 

Compares 

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And you fear you will see her hand in hand 

With someone that appreciates her 

With someone that loves her 

With someone that is ready to fan her fire 

And ignite his own

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Because that is exactly who she needs

When a fire shines that bright 

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A man who wants to feed her fire

Not because she needs him to

Not because she will wither away without him 

But because he is fueled by her beauty 

He shines just as bright without her

But glows with her by his side 

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When fire meets fire 

She is no longer “the one that got away”

He is no longer the hands that got burned by her flame

They are no longer fires at either end waiting 

For who will survive without oxygen the longest 

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Because their flame shines brighter with them together 

Their fire brightens the pathway forward 

Their fire pushes the darkness away from their souls 

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She is no longer “the one that got away” because 

She is shining

She is loving 

She is HERE 

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