Who would that thought that we would turn out this way When you cracked open a beer, which I turned down knowing I had to drive away
And who would have thought That I would have something to tell you, I just don't want to ruin our night Maybe I should just keep my lips sealed for a little longer As long as yours are locking up mine We should both be fine.
Meanwhile, outside the night goes ballistic The shade is covering up your room We're just as tangled as your hair, My feelings following along curling into a hundred different directions And it's crazy how not being able to look into your eyes, Everything all of a sudden becomes so easy
And who would have thought That butterflies would startle me, as soon as yours disappeared Or that I would finally hate how Gordon's make me feel like I'm drunk on love instead of alcohol. And who would have thought That a martini wasn't the only thing, you would stir up.
I never thought it possible to lose something you never had So now the aftertaste of lemons is lingering in my mouth And every time I see you I've visually replaced her face with mine And every time I see you I try to fake a smile.
Been kind of MIA on here for a while (which should be good since poetry is my therapy and not writing means I'm genuinely happy). So I'm trying to learn to write about all the good **** that happens, since the time between the events that inspire angsty crap like this becomes farer.