Maybe its something about the mischief

that sparks in her eyes

making them wonder what they’ve gotten themselves into

what they could have

if they ended it

Available and desperate for attention

craving the feeling

of being desired

wanted

She is the first target

But its never just about her body

maybe it would be better if it was

But then that’s not what makes her the Rebound

She is the Rebound

because she opens her

heart

mind

soul

and legs

to them

and they use her

they take it all from her

her dignity from between her legs

her spirit, her hope from her soul

her sanity from her mind

and her heart from her chest

You see

being a rebound

a true rebound

isn’t just about

finding solace in someone’s touch

It’s about finding solace in their humanity

And she had so much humanity

So much hope

And

They

Broke

Her

The mischief is gone from her eyes

and all that’s left

is the empty nothing

of what she feels inside

Wondering why

why she is always fighting

to stay in their lives

fighting to be noticed

to be seen

to matter

Wondering when it will be her turn

to be fought for

But for now she is the rebound

Its what she does best