pt. 1
I am lying on my back in an alleyway.
And the stones are digging into my skin,
as I rack my mind, about all those times
that I refused to let you in.
Do you remember this? When I needed
someone, and you texted me on your phone.
But I told you not to worry, and I watched
the clouds align perfectly on my own.
A part of me wishes I had told you how I felt.
And I wish I had the courage to speak.
My face is covered in bits of soot and sand,
I don’t want you to think that I’m weak
but I’m lying on my back in an alleyway.
And I’m struggling to stay on track.
Still, my girlfriend was expecting me half
an hour ago, so maybe I should hurry back.
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pt. 2
We were sat out on my couch, hanging out, having fun.
And I never really expected what occurred to have begun.
But as our eyes connected for that moment I have one
sole regret, that I will hold forever.
I keep my cards close to my chest
all the time, I’ll never change.
Chase me out your village,
for I am sick, I am deranged
to think for even one second
that I could ever waste your time.
With idle staring into space
when the ticker doesn’t chime
inside my head. God!
I wish that I was dead.
Maybe if that was the case
I wouldn’t rip my brains to shreds
every single day this week.
You’re only ever there for me.
I haven’t got the words to speak.
But you’re only ever there for me.
And it all now looks so bleak.
But you’re only ever there for me.
And our connection, it feels antique
but you’re only ever there for me.
So why wasn’t I there for you?
By James Huxtable