A two-person poem between me and a guy I like. Every first line is me, every second line is him.
(2013)
This is not about the first time we met, but about our first real conversation, in the science lab. This is what I thought he was thinking...
He’s laying, on the floor, next to him is an empty bottle of whiskey,
So many things you don’t know, like the way this Tightrope Ride burned me out too many times. The way I almost took the Highway To Hell,
When can I see you Again? We only meet in the Hallways And outside before or after
You told me I was scared of the fire, I chose to walk through it,
Looking outside, the angels come, rising out of the fire. I wonder where they’re from, as they rise higher and higher. Restless street, quiet night,
Lighting the matches Sneaky arson at midnight Watching houses burn. The loudest silence No one talks, or even moves
Looking at that picture in my yearbook, the one of us, from January, in the science lab,
Didn’t think I needed you, didn’t think I deserved this, didn’t want this to happen, what am I to do? You didn’t think about this,
They said, broken wings, shattered dreams, fractured heart. I said,
His eyes are as blue as a sapphire… But they only sparkle for me. His smile is the sunshine, Sparkling off the waves. His hair is as black
I can’t live without you, you’re the only reason my heart
What did you think I was doing al… You never knew, although you sat r… It was all for you, but you wouldn… You never saw me cry, or at least… You could have helped me, you were…
Wyatt, I did so many things so you’d noti… I wore clothes I didn’t like, stuff I wouldn’t wear otherwise, but you still never looked over,
I lay awake Waiting for you To call But you won’t And it’s
Renegade, rebel without a cause, rock goddess, Friday rocker, Saturday superstar,