You Said

You said you’d never go back to her,
As we twisted on the floor; my mind a blur.
You were my adrenaline rush, my everything.
You can’t deny that look in our eye,
The first moment you passed me by.
Brilliant words from brilliant men,
You thought you died and went to heaven.
 
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
Where did I come from?
Why did I take so long?
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
  
You turned me on, You turned me down.
You flipped me right side round.
You played a good charade and I hid,
I hid behind your brawny barricade.
You held me close, You held me tight.
I swore I would never put up a fight.
 
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
And where did I come from?
Why did I take so long?
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
 
Everything I do reminds me of you.
MSN still says “Miss you.”
How can you be so cruel? “Fuck you.”
There’s a part of this mess that remains a mystery.
I can barely breathe, I want you here in me.
I thought, I thought you were the one.
But my thoughts, my thoughts were wrong.
 
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
That I was the one.
And where did I come from?
Why did, and why did I take so long?
You said, You said.
That I was the one.
I was the one.
The one. You said.

3 Little Birds

 

Golden locks upon my floor.
Ice cream prints
on the sliding glass door.
Salt water kisses
is something I wishes,
to bring you back just
for one more.
Bee-sting hand and
scraped up knee
Sweet young smiles
that set me free.
Battle wounds from
the oceans door,
wondering now
how you could take much more.
Young at heart this I see,
can one of you come
 and call on me?
Your shadows gone
floats over sea,
and all your memories
remain with me.

 

 
 
 

 

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