Cheap Thrill.

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.

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Rain.

I can’t say I’m just feeling a tad sad,

Never thought it would hurt this bad.

A friend I’d love to be,

But a friend I wouldn’t dare be.

I guess we need to stop at fifth,

Because it’s you – I can’t fall in love with.

A bond like that I would try to break,

An ache beyond this I shouldn’t take.

Innocence.

Feelings you’ll never see,

Romantic we’ll never be.

Efforts I’ll never see,

Like me they’ll never be.

Irate.

A sweet gentleman you could’ve been,

Then you said you need to drink.

Beer, whisky, vodka and gin,

There wasn’t a night you weren’t pink.

For each night I craved your kiss,

But all I got were your fists.

I have befriended a thousand glass shards,

When they pierced right through my heart.

Angered,

You tore down the wall,

Humored,

You sang through the hall.

The rage in you I always feared,

You were nonchalant when I teared.

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