I'm the story you never told. And I'm telling your story now. I'm telling the secrets you want to hide but can't keep hidden. Listen, as the fire crackles and the cat curls up on your lap. Listen, as your hair stands at uncanny reflections. Listen to your heart, screaming. listen, and dream.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Under the Disco Ball


The music was pounding 
My heart beat along with it 
The bodies grinding 
Hands feeling, stench of sweat high in the air 

 You were dead drunk 
Face red, speech blurred 
You were dead drunk 
I tried to tell myself that, couldn’t survive if I didn’t 

 I watched that girl 
She held onto you 
I watched you 
You remembered nothing of empty promises 

 She sees me staring 
Smirks - knowing, understanding 
She wasn’t me 
And I, was nothing she’d ever want to be 

 You look up 
Smile at me 
You called out to me 
I turned away – refusing to be made a fool of 

 I walk, hurried, ran 
Out, need to get out 
Pushed against the sweaty bodies 
I couldn’t breathe – felt like drowning, perhaps I was dying 

 She leaves 
No fun now, no play 
She turns away 
Leaving you to clean up with chocolates, roses, empty promises 

 You arrive 
Wine, teddy bear, diamonds 
I open the doors again 
Believing the lies you tell me – wouldn’t live if I didn’t 

 Tonight 
The music will pound again

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