Regret and moving on anyway. |
You sit in front of me Now And the place beside me is kind of cold. You used to be there. Or maybe it was me who left, Because you are kind of crying I think; My favorite face All twisted and cold. I stand And I try to walk To you But my feet stick hard To the worn carpet. So I stand here, So close But the air is thick And my hand cannot move To reach for you. I call you name Inside. And I shutter When all I hear is an Obscene giggle Escaping my throat. My friends look to me now Softly, And tell me it is my shot. So we play pool And I think how you taught me; How my every move, Every tenique Reflects you. So we stand at opposite Ends We play the same Game Shooting the right balls Into the right pockets ~ Never winning. And our glances try to meet. Scared, I guess So scared of smiling So scared of breaking Stubborn scilence I walk away. I know you watch. And your friends are glaring. Angry, injured pack, Nursing you back to health In the worst possible way. Hating my every move. Tattooed I can never remove you. And your voice pierces My mind when I close my eyes To escape you. When all I want is you And all you see is me We turn our backs And I slam the door Between us -glass- And I can see my reflection Standing next to you On the other side. But I am here. And he comes up and smiles. I haven't seen you smile In so long. And he grabs my hand, Your hand And he returns your glare. He knows. I want you to come. But your face darkens Even more, and your pride grows hard In your chest. So we leave, He and I. Empty Because we both know, I am with you. My silent player. My sweet, sad boy Me in you And nothing more. |