I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
You're slipping slowly from my reach
You grow me like an evergreen
You've never seen the lonely me at all. (Placebo)
Last night I tried to shower
but would turn off the water and run
to the door
thinking you’d come knocking.
You hadn’t.
tomorrow will taste like
the food of a week ago
and I’ll wear sunglasses,
which, if you know me,
(and you do)
will seem out of context
and like a little girl
playing dress-up.
I know there are supposed to be
thunderstorms, perfect
radio love songs, movies with Meg
Ryan and wondering when we’ll meet
again, but God
doesn't budge on the details.
So just keep waiting, she thaught.
Wait for that one moment when
All that`s left is hate and
Fear and tell you it was
All a lie and scratch my nails
Down your back to remind you
…Why ?
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