Mediocre

I like to think that I
Would have chosen this life anyway,
not wait for the magic click,
but then it was a perfect fit.
Surprisingly enough, it was ok with me
Being submissive,
Giving in, not baring hisses.
Come home soon, purse on shelf
Tuck me in, hold me tight.
Suffer the night,
For promise of
One more try, by daylight.

There's a passion in standing still,
Floating with the grain,
Something heroic in being mediocre,
So I would do the same again.