Cold concrete beneath my tired aching feet,
Just like that theses seem so haunted-
with your laughing voice the air so bitter sweet.
Perfectly positioned manikins observe through glass
as lives are broken, heartes are wasted,
and as i swallow the angriest pride ive ever tasted.
Sunset drenched accross this moonlit sky,
the warmth of this jacket pressed tight againsnt my skin,
i can see your very breath with every single scented lie.
Clutching on the every last drop of dwindling contact.
flashing lights reveal the secret cracks on the sidewalk
As now im just another number on your kitchen clock.
Hanging around on street corners seems to effectively pass the time,
thinking back i was always so careful with that fragile heart,
but what about the bruises and cuts on mine.
iImages arond me show such constant contradiction.
i should of recognised the movement of that callous knife.
And now im just another memory in your speeding life.
These traffic lights play tricks with my mind.
i cant control what colur comes next,
i cant predict when you change and when i get left behind.
I count passing cars and flickering street lamps;
a thousand shivers run down my spine
as i loose count of the thousand ways you crossed the line.
People over take me like a pendulum; confused to the bone.
The distance i have to travel home tonight
is nothing compared to the distance we have so quickly grown.
Filtering through all the steps ever taken
I caught you before you even had a chance to fall,
yet now i’m just another silhoette left on your bedroom wall.
Standing in this fume filled streets its sort of hard to breath,
especially when my mind is busy
with planning another poem you’ll never get to read;
while wondering if there’s anyone in this damn city
who feels the same as i do : betrayed and deluded.
It’s true: every chamber of my heart you have slowly intruded.
This is a poem..