but it's the dead of night so nobody sees
& i can't sleep unless it's two in the morning
for there's no one else but me &
the storm & thoughts
of you, regrets,
a re-invention.
hello has time,
it's the sense that i'm sinking
which might make it harder.
friday night, again
with a difference, a twist.
should meet you by the ocean
my face full of lies, it's
the only way you could
give me a glance.
wear the vintage skirt that no one has seen
with a slip showing below because i'd be
a fool, before i was ever a lady.
drag the narrative through the rooms,
across the old unforgiving carpets,
alone.
pace the grass where i want to lay down
make a list of dreams that could
come true, if i let them, if i tried
do i really deserve it?
time is not enough to tell.
lie there staring at the ceiling
where shadows are cast from the house across the way,
music floats overhead in a stream of transparency
the gentle breeze is pushing against the walls
to try & make me see, but i don't like the reason
& i don't possess the means to make amends,
so i have a glass of water by the sink until i feel
sick.
i say that i'd do it all
to make you turn around,
but in the end
i'm only me.