Aug 2013
I hear you praise her
Again and again of her beauty
You speak softly to me
The list of things you have in common
And I smile
You talk about her hair
Her short but built body
The girl's perfect frame
And perfect smile
And I nod
But what ever happened to us?
The midnight calls
Late night texts
The warmth we shared in bed?
And I cry
Because once you have her
Once she finally becomes yours
What's already dwindled away
Into a dry trickle of a stream of understanding
Will become nothing
I will mean nothing to you
I almost mean nothing now
As you stay up late with her
And I lay in bed clutching a pillow
Wishing it was you
Again and again of her beauty
You speak softly to me
The list of things you have in common
And I smile
You talk about her hair
Her short but built body
The girl's perfect frame
And perfect smile
And I nod
But what ever happened to us?
The midnight calls
Late night texts
The warmth we shared in bed?
And I cry
Because once you have her
Once she finally becomes yours
What's already dwindled away
Into a dry trickle of a stream of understanding
Will become nothing
I will mean nothing to you
I almost mean nothing now
As you stay up late with her
And I lay in bed clutching a pillow
Wishing it was you
We use to cook together, lay together, nap together, walk together. I would cry in your arms and complain to you about my cuts and sadness that no one else knows about. But you've been distancing yourself. And I am so lonely. But I still help you get with her, because I want you to be happy.
(Amongst The Stars)
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