Poetry: Untitled - Story of us #2

April 04, 2017

I wish I could write the story of us 
I was your tomboy sidekick 
running around the city 
guzzling beer, guzzling air 
You barely notice me, but you knew I was there 
Maybe I saw you too much in a dream 
Perhaps it's just fire you play with -
A suited magician 
But it's not a dream of a happy ending 
It's not a story of an ending or beginning 
It's just the middle I'm stuck on. 
I'll make the trek up the long stairs to my bedroom 
Where I'll stay for days without leaving 
Some summer nights when I'm gone. 

 

April 4, 2017, 12:34am