I pulled the door open, prayed.
Hoped I wouldn't see your smile
bright and shiny behind the tile.
My breath died a moment, when I
heard my name in your voice,
my feet had to make a choice.
My eyes closed and I walked.
You small talked me,
as you stirred sugar in my coffee.
You asked about my weekend,
how Natalie's hangover faired.
My true feelings were dared.
"You want to know how I'm doing? I am
Livid.
Depressed.
Scared.
Distraught.
"I trusted you, Matt. You promised me! I BELIEVED YOU!
"Good-bye."
My eyes opened and I walked.
You small talked me,
as you stirred sugar in my coffee.
You asked about my weekend,
how Natalie's hangover faired.
My true feelings were spared.
"Thanks for the coffee."
I trusted too much.
Barricaded too late.
It's my fault.
I thought you were the exception,
but who am I to believe
any one would choose me?
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
I pulled the door open, prayed.
Hoped I wouldn't see your smile
bright and shiny behind the tile.
My breath died a moment, when I
heard my name in your voice,
my feet had to make a choice.
My eyes closed and I walked.
You small talked me,
as you stirred sugar in my coffee.
You asked about my weekend,
how Natalie's hangover faired.
My true feelings were dared.
"You want to know how I'm doing? I am
Livid.
Depressed.
Scared.
Distraught.
"I trusted you, Matt. You promised me! I BELIEVED YOU!
"Good-bye."
My eyes opened and I walked.
You small talked me,
as you stirred sugar in my coffee.
You asked about my weekend,
how Natalie's hangover faired.
My true feelings were spared.
"Thanks for the coffee."
I trusted too much.
Barricaded too late.
It's my fault.
I thought you were the exception,
but who am I to believe
any one would choose me?
He doesn't care. He lied.
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