I’ve got this vision recently
Of meeting you somewhere so random
You only recognise me
By the blonde hair and fat knees
And I only know it’s you
By the pretty eyes, and fat cheeks
How much time’s been eaten?
You don’t even know what I’ve seen
Since I’ve seen you
You can’t even fathom what I’ve been through
But I lived all those years
You were living when I knew you
Silly really, a little girl really
Naivety coursing my sinew
But for time I’ve been new
So why you popping back up
Like a hammered bruise?
One of them you don’t know the origin of
Just feel its pain as it rubs beneath cloth
You ripped mine off
This was never soft
And you never wanted me more
Than when I was lost
But I’ve found it, I’ve found what you built me for
So why am I even thinking of you anymore?
I wrestled out of your claws
With the mite of a thousand scores
A million tipples, hundreds of little bloody trickles
Kicking through iron doors
Ripping up cried-on floors
Healing every sore clutch
And realising it can only be love
If the victim is an accomplice
That’s how I knew your
Heavy petting and twos to cigaretting
Was just loveless
Hard to let go, when it’s all you know
All you knew and all you needed
But I shouldn’t be so hard
I was a child, really
And if I deep it
You were too
I been reading my old poetry lately
All hand written and shaky
Blood splatter, brown and cakey
All juvenile and heart-achey
Begging some God for you to take me
A place I’d never been
But now I’ve seen
All you did was lead me down
Pissed up pucker up alley
And break me
I suppose I’ve just been wondering what you’re up to
And still writing fucking pieces about it
But I ain’t seeking nothing no more
And I’m sober so I don’t drown it
I know I was a likkle spill
In that big ocean you enjoyed romancing
Only now do I see
That none of it was actually romantic
Just grubby, just chubby
With the spotty skin of young desperation
Little town deprivation
Engined by imagination
And crushed by the realisation
It was all fodder for growing up
I hope you had the same cocoon burst I was awarded
And found that real love
The songs like to sing of
And the books write ‘bout
I hope you got out
I did love you, I did care
I just didn’t know what to do with that
I’ll stop thinking about you now
And resign you once more
To being that sad twat
That let my little heart snap
And didn’t have an ounce of your own
To rebuild it back.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 