'When I Was Your Man'
So I wrote a Story. Not erotic, even a little. But kind of a way to say goodbye.
Let me know what you think.
"When I Was Your Man"
Bruno Mars
Friday night and the boys wanted to go out. Some rubbish about finding some chick to take home.
I had nothing better to do, so I changed into a fresh shirt and jeans, tidied my hair and met them at the bar.
A covers band was playing, good old bar songs from the seventies through to nineties.
I got a beer and joined my mates, watching the girls dance.
A girl with red highlights in black hair caught my eye, dancing with a trio of girls. Skimpy tops and mini skirts or jean shorts seemed to be the order of the night, and these four were no different.
Suddenly she circled and I saw her face.
My ex.
The song finished and the girls clapped, and went to a table where a group of guys were evidently waiting.
She slid into the open arms of one and kissed him.
He said something into her ear that made her smile and kiss him again.
Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
A drink and the group returned to the dance floor, the guys in tow.
The next song was a slow one and I watched, my blood boiling as I remembered holding her the same way.
Feeling her pressed against my chest, or grind against me (both in dance and in sex), and now it was this guy who got to hold her, feel her soft skin.
But she was no longer his, he just didn’t have time for her.
It all just sounds like oooooh…
Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
Cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby's dancing
But she's dancing with another man
To busy with work, his hobbies, his music that he wouldn’t let her hear…
To busy to talk to her and tell her how he felt, that she was the most important person in his world, how her loved her.
With tears in her eyes she had told him it was killing her. I was killing her.
Not knowing why I wouldn’t see her, not understanding why everything else was so important and she wasn’t.
Missing her graduation had been the last straw for her, she told me.
If I couldn’t be there for her, I should let her go
My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, ohh…
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes
I hadn’t seen her in months, I could almost forget how her smile lit up her eyes, and how I had lived for her kiss.
But here she was, with a new hair colour, a shorter cut, smiling at someone else.
Kissing someone else.
Was happy with another man.
It all just sounds like oooooh…
Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
Cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my babys dancing
But shes dancing with another man
I finished my drink, watching her dance with him, hand on his arm as she moved her small body against his, wishing it was me.
He leaned over and kissed her, pulling the small of her back closer to himself, while I seethed and sulked, not listening to what my friends were talking about, as if I could hear them over the music anyway.
I wanted to go over and punch him, and I wanted to run away.
I wanted to tell her I was sorry, that I loved her, and needed her.
Although it hurts
I'll be the first to say that I was wrong
Oh, I know I'm probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want you to know
I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
I had hurt her too much, and much as it hurt to admit, this guy made her smile.
I handed my empty bottle to a passing staff member and prepared to leave.
I didn’t want to stay and watch her dance with some other guy, with someone who wasn’t me.
I waved goodnight to my friends, and turned to go.
I hadn’t made it to the door, when I felt a hand on my arm.
She stood before me, such a delicate waif of a girl, but I had loved her all the same. I knew she wasn’t a china doll.
I hope he buys you flowers
I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours
When he has the chance
Take you to every party
Cause I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
She nodded, a solitary tear rolling down her cheek.
She let go of my arm, and stepped back.
I just stared at her a minute, wishing that she hadn’t noticed me, that I hadn’t had to say it all.
But much as I wished it was me here with her, dancing with her, I knew she deserved better than the likes of me, always letting her down.
I took a step back, then another, turned and walked away, wishing I would never see her pretty face again.
Will post more soon.
Let me know what you think.
"When I Was Your Man"
Bruno Mars
Friday night and the boys wanted to go out. Some rubbish about finding some chick to take home.
I had nothing better to do, so I changed into a fresh shirt and jeans, tidied my hair and met them at the bar.
A covers band was playing, good old bar songs from the seventies through to nineties.
I got a beer and joined my mates, watching the girls dance.
A girl with red highlights in black hair caught my eye, dancing with a trio of girls. Skimpy tops and mini skirts or jean shorts seemed to be the order of the night, and these four were no different.
Suddenly she circled and I saw her face.
My ex.
The song finished and the girls clapped, and went to a table where a group of guys were evidently waiting.
She slid into the open arms of one and kissed him.
He said something into her ear that made her smile and kiss him again.
Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
A drink and the group returned to the dance floor, the guys in tow.
The next song was a slow one and I watched, my blood boiling as I remembered holding her the same way.
Feeling her pressed against my chest, or grind against me (both in dance and in sex), and now it was this guy who got to hold her, feel her soft skin.
But she was no longer his, he just didn’t have time for her.
It all just sounds like oooooh…
Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
Cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby's dancing
But she's dancing with another man
To busy with work, his hobbies, his music that he wouldn’t let her hear…
To busy to talk to her and tell her how he felt, that she was the most important person in his world, how her loved her.
With tears in her eyes she had told him it was killing her. I was killing her.
Not knowing why I wouldn’t see her, not understanding why everything else was so important and she wasn’t.
Missing her graduation had been the last straw for her, she told me.
If I couldn’t be there for her, I should let her go
My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, ohh…
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes
I hadn’t seen her in months, I could almost forget how her smile lit up her eyes, and how I had lived for her kiss.
But here she was, with a new hair colour, a shorter cut, smiling at someone else.
Kissing someone else.
Was happy with another man.
It all just sounds like oooooh…
Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
Cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my babys dancing
But shes dancing with another man
I finished my drink, watching her dance with him, hand on his arm as she moved her small body against his, wishing it was me.
He leaned over and kissed her, pulling the small of her back closer to himself, while I seethed and sulked, not listening to what my friends were talking about, as if I could hear them over the music anyway.
I wanted to go over and punch him, and I wanted to run away.
I wanted to tell her I was sorry, that I loved her, and needed her.
Although it hurts
I'll be the first to say that I was wrong
Oh, I know I'm probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want you to know
I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
I had hurt her too much, and much as it hurt to admit, this guy made her smile.
I handed my empty bottle to a passing staff member and prepared to leave.
I didn’t want to stay and watch her dance with some other guy, with someone who wasn’t me.
I waved goodnight to my friends, and turned to go.
I hadn’t made it to the door, when I felt a hand on my arm.
She stood before me, such a delicate waif of a girl, but I had loved her all the same. I knew she wasn’t a china doll.
I hope he buys you flowers
I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours
When he has the chance
Take you to every party
Cause I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
She nodded, a solitary tear rolling down her cheek.
She let go of my arm, and stepped back.
I just stared at her a minute, wishing that she hadn’t noticed me, that I hadn’t had to say it all.
But much as I wished it was me here with her, dancing with her, I knew she deserved better than the likes of me, always letting her down.
I took a step back, then another, turned and walked away, wishing I would never see her pretty face again.
Will post more soon.