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Ella
1. You can see me falling
but you don’t pick me up anymore
not like when we used to be friends
Let’s not mention the times
we blurred the lines
they’re for a different photo album
We aren’t and never were
anything worth giving a name to
2. I’m tired of the two year stories
still circulating out of your mouth
like they’re new and interesting
You’re less fascinating
than you think you are
and I’m almost ashamed to say
I’m still using you as a muse
3. You know me less
than I let you believe
you’ve never seen the best of me
the worst of me, the middle of me
I’m just a stranger you know the name of
4. You tell me I'm too negative
I’m not negative
I’m just realistic
if I can’t be friends with logic
I’m as good as fucked anyway
because hope doesn’t pay the bills
while you brag about your awesome new cashed-up holiday
and then tell me you feel bad
when I say I haven’t had a break in longer
than I can remember
I’ll hear all about your vacay
whether I want to or not
5. I hate that I can’t escape you
I would run a million miles
just not to see your face again
and the way it hurt when you let me down
I still wear the scars of those days
though I know you can’t see them
6. Sometimes I forget
there is always a way out
I’m not here for the long haul
when I say good bye
when I say I’ll drop round sometime
next time I’m in town
I hope you know I’m lying
© Indie Adams 2014
but you don’t pick me up anymore
not like when we used to be friends
Let’s not mention the times
we blurred the lines
they’re for a different photo album
We aren’t and never were
anything worth giving a name to
2. I’m tired of the two year stories
still circulating out of your mouth
like they’re new and interesting
You’re less fascinating
than you think you are
and I’m almost ashamed to say
I’m still using you as a muse
3. You know me less
than I let you believe
you’ve never seen the best of me
the worst of me, the middle of me
I’m just a stranger you know the name of
4. You tell me I'm too negative
I’m not negative
I’m just realistic
if I can’t be friends with logic
I’m as good as fucked anyway
because hope doesn’t pay the bills
while you brag about your awesome new cashed-up holiday
and then tell me you feel bad
when I say I haven’t had a break in longer
than I can remember
I’ll hear all about your vacay
whether I want to or not
5. I hate that I can’t escape you
I would run a million miles
just not to see your face again
and the way it hurt when you let me down
I still wear the scars of those days
though I know you can’t see them
6. Sometimes I forget
there is always a way out
I’m not here for the long haul
when I say good bye
when I say I’ll drop round sometime
next time I’m in town
I hope you know I’m lying
© Indie Adams 2014
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