Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Can I call it love or torture?

Quiet headphones ringing
Sitting on the dirty floor
Spent another night drinking alone
Blood caked on my fingernails from scratching my thoughts away
I saw you standing there
My body shaking with my wanting need
You smiled and flirted with some other girl
Knowing full well I saw
You give me weak smiles and whispered glances
You want my attention but how far can I take?
When you played your guitar all eyes were on you
I could sense how little I felt
But part of me denied you were looking at me 
I hold my breath as the girl next to me runs to you
She doesn't know what I've been through
She pulls you close to us and I ask you to drink
You politely decline with just a wink
You promise me next time but will it ever come
Will this wall finally break and we become one?
My body aches and my dreams seem so real but every time we are in the same room you seem to shatter me 
I'm so much stronger then what you make me but maybe this is all I have to do with what will eventually I can call, love.

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