but i am afraid
you pluck them like harp-strings:
too easily played.
i've never enjoyed
the games of 3's
there's you and there's her
and then there is me.
just once i'd like to be
somebody's only one
so stop pretending you care
my heart is way over this--
i'm done.
i've been here before
in second-best place
it sucks and it hurts
and i try not to care
but i'm over here hurting
and your attention is there.
convinced you were flawless
i somehow forgot
that a man who can't choose you
is a man you don't want
so say goodbye to the dark blue skies and the fears of heights.
say goodbye to travel plans and freezing hands and to hoping that when i jumped, i'd land.
say goodbye to the jokes and the goats and all the movie quotes we shared
and to that shooting star we saw fly through the air.
i'm done with that blue-green jacket
i'm done with your blue-green eyes
no more shot-gun seats or game day screams
no more of this triangular shaped feeling
no more singing at the top of your lungs at 11:43
because the radio silence that follows is deafening.
i've never felt more alone
than when i'm with you.
goodbye dark blue.

This is a hard thing to do.
ReplyDeleteno more singing at the top of your lungs at 11:43
ReplyDeletebecause the radio silence that follows is deafening.
WOW.
also I second the first comment, Its hard. and quite possibly the worst thing to have to do.