Hey baby, are you listening out there?
I haven’t heard from you in a while
and this is feeling more like a prayer
I haven’t stopped thinking about you
since you first caught my eye
And do you remember the first time
I kissed you cause you were too shy
We lit a flame but baby do you still feel the heat
when you’re so far away?
I’m sure I could fall
Out of love with you
If you just gave me the chance.
Let me see why you’re no good for me
So I can finally let this fantasy die
6 days, 6 weeks, 6 months
and I still can’t forget you
I wish I could forget where your hands touched me
and your breath while you sleep
Your soft whisper and your needy kiss.
-Dec 2020
Maybe all we’re meant to be
Is a happy memory
A perfect moment in time
A merry picture to dusk off
when life knocks you to your knees.
It hard to accept it’s all over
But at least I have
Your gentle touch
And the smiles you gifted for me
to enchant me in my memories
You drive my mind crazy with questions about us
Do you like me?
Should we date?
What are we doing?
Am I trying too hard?
Should I let that comment slide?
When are you going to see me again?
Is this love?
No.
It’s still dark out and I didn’t sleep too well
So I’m awake and all emotional over you
Angry that I’m feeling so much when you never felt enough
I have to let this severed piece bleed out and finally die.
Because I’ve been cutting it
only to restitch and rebandage the hurt.
So I’ll take my half of the blame
If you finally quit playing this game
Because I don’t know if I’ll survive
another time with you calling out my name.
The lack of security in your heart
keeps your mind on guard for the graveyard shift.
You’ve seen an unkind world close up, right in your own kitchen.
But even the most beautiful flowers are planted in dark soil
so please close your eyes and sleep tonight.
The snow continues to fall, while I’m inside
hurting like Hell because you haven’t called.
I’m wondering if you ever really cared at all.
I can finally stop playing the fool
who thought we would always be together.
I’ve been through enough cold weather
and heart ache.
He said “I think you just need fingers
ran through your soul
like you’d be doing to my hair.”
I said, “that’s not fair.
Don’t say something you might not mean
It’s one thing to make me needy between the legs
but even worse to make me needy between the lungs.”
I’m sleeping just fine
while I’m probably on your mind
still keeping you up.
And you’re mad at yourself
for giving a damn
now that I’m gone.
And you’re mad at yourself
for not giving enough of a damn
back when I would have given you
my whole world
if that’s what you wanted.
But now I don’t care about what you want
You can tell it all to the ghost of mine
that still haunts when you can’t sleep.
