and with no loving in my soul,
and no money
in my coat,
i continue to look.
where will i go?
oh, i do this all the time.
in the most unlikely
places, we find
the most wonderful
things.
things we marvel at
for hours and days,
only to find the flaws
in each passing moment,
until we begin to wonder
why we took this artifact
to begin with.
like a flower that turns
back time, until
it's just a bud.
we grow bored and weary,
and we lose faith in our find.
life moves on.
it's funny,
that thing you said.
about being your type,
and being "very good looking."
you really have no idea.
it's funny,
what you did that night,
when no one could see.
it's cute,
what you said that
night when you were drunk.
all those random things
you showed me.
it was scary,
wondering what he
would do to my car
or to my house.
you didn't even care.
i'm good at this game,
and i have a list of names
to prove it.
and, honestly,
what if i wanted
to add your name
to that list?
it's like you know,
but you have no idea.
you attacked my heart,
call it a heart attack.
we are not the same.
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