You used to ROCK, if rocks are rigid, frustrating and lacklustre. Did you tell me you loved me?
I can't recall.
Things you Like:
You were beautiful in my eyes. Eyes they were blue. The feel of your arms around me...I can't recall.
Your pale hands were cold and clammy, hair long and kept.
You seemed friendly and smart--not book smart, street smart--emotional smart--or so I thought.
I gave you so much time to fall in with me but instead you carelessly chose to fall out and runaway
all that was left was fragmented me, unsure how to act, unsure how to be
I was the giver of chances and you were a thief
I let you harvest my happiness all for a kiss with no feeling
And when you sauntered into my circle instead of a chance I drew a line
and you probably smiled after the shock, liked me more than you ever had
because you realized I had grown a spine
You might have thought it was your doing but this backbone I was born with
you melted all the tension with your kind reassurances and sent it south with
I wanted kisses in the rain not to be left to drown in confusion and pain
I wanted to find love in my best friend but it was just an idea with a dead end
I grew a spine, you stayed a coward, we're no longer friends and for once it doesn't feel good to be right. Did you make me happy? I can't recall.
Are you happy? I hope so.