remembering isnt good for you.
a tree in the gardens with a simple piece of latex tied to a branch
a man washing windows yelling 'get a room'
a bag removed from sight for a careful bomb disposal
sitting under an archway hiding from the rain
matching tracksuits surely we're from the eighties
highs
and maybe the lows as well
lying in the sun on the hill crying because we loved
little love hearts drawn in biro on our hands
we hid by the tourist office protected by the rain
my tears my insistence that i didnt want to leave you
it was like i new
that i would never see your face again
i cried so hard and i cried all the way home
and you told me that you were lost without me
but it was all untrue
how long exactly is forever? my calendar makes it 1 month 4 weeks almost to the day.
forever. and i thought that would mean always.
till. the. end. of. time.
i'm sorry i wrote this. probably it's made you angry. you should know i don't think of you so often any more. i don't cry for you so often any more.
i never really cried because you didn't love me, anyway. i cried because it felt like you'd died. it felt like you had died and that means... always. for always. and if i saw you in the street today i would walk past because i couldn't look you in the eye. because you're... dead?
you're probably never quite going to understand. no really, i hope you never understand how this feels. because if you do you'll have loved and lost. which you have never done.
please. one day you will understand how love really feels. not that puberty-hormone-fuelled feeling you call love today. and when you do i beg you. call me up. and tell me. and apologise for killing mine.
i'm always going to be in love with you. and you'll never understand why. and neither will i. because you may as well have stabbed a knife through whatever that piece of stringy muscle i call a heart is and twisted it until you couldnt move it any more.
it's strange how it's four months later. and still nothing makes an ounce of sense.
stay happy. i'm glad you can feel that way.
i'll never understand how someone who claimed to not hate me, could let so much harm come to me.
a man washing windows yelling 'get a room'
a bag removed from sight for a careful bomb disposal
sitting under an archway hiding from the rain
matching tracksuits surely we're from the eighties
highs
and maybe the lows as well
lying in the sun on the hill crying because we loved
little love hearts drawn in biro on our hands
we hid by the tourist office protected by the rain
my tears my insistence that i didnt want to leave you
it was like i new
that i would never see your face again
i cried so hard and i cried all the way home
and you told me that you were lost without me
but it was all untrue
how long exactly is forever? my calendar makes it 1 month 4 weeks almost to the day.
forever. and i thought that would mean always.
till. the. end. of. time.
i'm sorry i wrote this. probably it's made you angry. you should know i don't think of you so often any more. i don't cry for you so often any more.
i never really cried because you didn't love me, anyway. i cried because it felt like you'd died. it felt like you had died and that means... always. for always. and if i saw you in the street today i would walk past because i couldn't look you in the eye. because you're... dead?
you're probably never quite going to understand. no really, i hope you never understand how this feels. because if you do you'll have loved and lost. which you have never done.
please. one day you will understand how love really feels. not that puberty-hormone-fuelled feeling you call love today. and when you do i beg you. call me up. and tell me. and apologise for killing mine.
i'm always going to be in love with you. and you'll never understand why. and neither will i. because you may as well have stabbed a knife through whatever that piece of stringy muscle i call a heart is and twisted it until you couldnt move it any more.
it's strange how it's four months later. and still nothing makes an ounce of sense.
stay happy. i'm glad you can feel that way.
i'll never understand how someone who claimed to not hate me, could let so much harm come to me.