This is not what we thought it was This is not a poem about love I promised you I would write our love to the stars__ But what could I write if that was not what we thought?
I gave you half of my fried chips Shared other foods As my bed and my heart But all you did was take it and leave When you felt satisfied.
I don't see the fairness in this Miss the smell you had in the mornings Soft maritime lull mixed with pumpkin pie My favorite childhood memory I could hear birds singing in my ear When you whispered at it.
In the end all I had Was my body thrown into the sea Tempestuous and deep sea I could see the lightnings through it As my body was taken by the waves.
I'm a little drunk, trembling like the touch of your fingers Before throwing me overboard Without shouting that there I was On the verge of drowning.
I asked you before all that Turn me into the memory you would never ever forget Lock me in your depths and keep me there As I will do until I die Drowned by the love you said it was.