Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he’s just a freaking prick?
Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he makes you so damn sick?
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he’s just a freaking prick?
Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he makes you so damn sick?
Silently side by side,
We laid.
It was unspoken chemistry
In bed.
I wanted hugs,
You stayed.
Just long enough to get to
My head.
You drove to get us coffee
And bread.
It was me
You played.
You have nothing,
You said.
All that I wanted was you
Instead.
Your smile and kisses on my
Forehead.
You left then — your eyes
Were dead.
Each night I prayed, I plead and
I wept.
I wished we had been normal and went on
A date.
You never came back and I call that
Heart break.
Now all I remember is your charm that
I hate.
Nervous and sensitive,
You were short-fused.
Naive and innocent,
I was easily amused.
Me and you,
We had overnight deals.
Deliberately obtuse,
That I felt for you.
The layers you peeled,
They’ve yet to fully heal.
You were my muse,
But I was a mere cheap thrill.
Feelings you’ll never see,
Romantic we’ll never be.
Efforts I’ll never see,
Like me they’ll never be.