he danced with every girl in the room twice
but he didn't dance with me once
he only pulled me aside and asked if i was alright
and i lied to his face and said i was
so he knocked back another and got her alone
and i'm glad he didn't see me in the doorway
because he would've seen red swollen eyes
and not the love of his life going in for the kiss
i was just going to ask him to walk me to my car
i was just going to say goodbye
but why would he say his last goodbye to me
when he was saying hello to the love of his life
so i just turned on Sparks and drove home
and i let the tears roll and the sobs break
and i wished that he would've danced with me once
and i wished that our kisses could've healed his broken heart
instead of breaking mine
and i wished that the party was my party
so i could've cried in front of everyone
and not alone in my car
I feel like I personally identify with the half heart ridden last goodbyes and the crying alone in the car aspect of this. I love you, S.
ReplyDelete- Tim
even just reading this title...wow. and oh my gosh my heart you did it again goodness. why can we all identify with crying alone in the car-I hate that.
ReplyDeleteAND SPARKS. OHHH.
Q: What's the hardest part of writing?
ReplyDeleteA: Everything.
WRONG. The hardest part of writing is ENDING a piece of writing & Charles, this ending was devastatingly true. The truth is all that matters in poetry.
#stronglyopinionatedcomment #keepitspicy #missyoulady