Five years later and you still don’t answer the phone?
Wow, I musta really
Pissed you off.
I think about you lots.
Tomato flavoured thoughts
That flood through my mind without permission,
After the day that
I split the beans.
Does cheese still make you sweat?
While I’m trying to concentrate on this exam cause
I’m in Uni now
And this English Lit isn’t all you told me it was cracked up to be.
At least I didn’t lie.
Or maybe I’m just overreacting,
You never did answer the phone well.
Maybe you’re sleeping.
I think about you lots,
On the train,
Sometimes I write and read your name,
Even if the word I’m meant to say,
Has no connection what-so-ever to you.
It doesn’t even sound like you,
South east, RP.
I’m not insinuating that you’re always on my mind,
Only most of the time,
Are you still teaching?
Do you still eat KFC?
Do you still pick at all the little strands of chicken,
Because you’re so very sure that the chicken veins taste different to the actual chicken,
Have the council sent you a letter yet
Asking you why every other Wednesday,
Your recycling bin’s empty?
You never did care much for the
Grown up bars,
Snickers and Mars,
Do you wanna go out this Saturday?
I’m finally old enough to go out with you,
And I don’t mean poetry gigs,
Those were my favourite places.
I mean your favourite places.
All those bars and stuff,
You never did like charity shops.
What they stood for and
Does salt still make you sweat?
How’s life in Kent?
Get out of my head.
This exam’s not going very well.
I accidentally wrote your name
Instead of writing my name
And I’m tired.
So much crap in my head,
So much crap in my bag,
Why do we carry crap in our bags?
Magazine cut outs,
Something old, something new,
I’m not even getting married,
A picture of you.
Stuff, just stuff,
Distracts me from you,
Except the picture of you.
Are the best thing anyone’s ever thought of
Except bread and its fillings.
I love sandwiches.
Do you still sweat?
Something’s telling me that if the sixteen year old me
Is still listening,
Still out there,
Just don’t tell her.
You’ll loose her.
Unless you want to half heartedly love someone
With half a heart,
Literally half a heart,
Cause when you tell her, she’ll take your heart
And you and the one you love will have to share
Your love’s heart,
Pumping guilt from your heart to your lungs,
Five years on,
You could just be you,
Without a part of you.
© Copyright 2016 SheGoCray. All rights reserved.
Paste the link to picture in the entry below:
Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:
Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.
An annotation cannot contain another annotation.
There was an error uploading your file.