You, make my head spin
with all those lines
running from your oh so coy and
quirky smirk as you watch me
twirl my sandy hair completely baffled.
Yet again, you've managed to make us
a complex sentence fitted with too many nouns
and have me dancing around you
like a ballerina in constant motion
tottering after you with my stiletto heels
and hiding behind aviator shades
just so you don't see the frustration there.
Tonight, you held me close.
Hands on hips you say fit
with another cocky smirk as your eyes
so ever clear look into mine ever green
as you twirl me round the room like
a script you just make sure to follow.
I might as well smile,
half hearted and half sure of the feeling
bubbling through my veins when you kiss my cheek
and tell me sweet lines
when tomorrow you'll drunkenly complain
I’m not enough or I want too much,
and I spend too much time
thinking up stories and romances
as you light up another cigarette
and text another girl
from the previous night.
I seem, to be chasing after you.
and never know which version I'll find.
The one who sleeps in late with tawny bed head
and a goofy smile.
Holding me close with a chain of butterfly kisses
to wrap me in and lock me into a make shift
Mockup of what peace can be like.
Or will the self indulgent boy
with his cruel one liners and transparent lies
come out again?
Making me curse how every time
I start to believe in this time
and I believe we'll be able to make it work
you turn into the same boy
who gives me the runaround
and plays me like a fool caught in the game.
