pins and needles

[carte_blanche81]

i stood there
in your apartment.
waiting
on pins and needles.
ouch.
well, really just on tiptoe.
peering over your curtain.
oh, hurry home
i thought.
and then
your key in the door.
suprise!
i said
happy birthday!
oh
you said.
well uh,this is a surprise
i thought you were coming home tomorrow.
ouch.
whats the matter darling?
a voice behind you said
darling?
darling.
darling?!
ouch.
who's he, i said.
oh.
you said.
well this is brad.
an old old flame.
an old old friend.
he doesnt look like an old old anything.
i tried to smile.
i tried to speak.
i tried to swallow.
but i felt this huge lump
pins and needles
in my throat.
ouch.
so i threw your keys down
and i left
but i took your blue birthday bike with me.
i started riding and it started to rain
pins and needles
against my face.
ouch.
oh when i got home i looked at your picture
by my bed.
and i imagined
darts or daggers or
pins and needles
right through your eyes.
ouch.
i waited.
and waited.
and waited.
for you to call
and tell me it was all some kind of huge misunderstanding.
no ring.
oh maybe if i prick myself.
ouch.
ill wake up
and itll all have been a bad bad dream.
and you were there and you were there and you were there.
stick to the point.
oh well.
at least i got a brand new bike
and i guess i can always learn how to sew.
pins and needles.
ouch.