That Guy

That guy
He’s on the bathroom floor in tears
His eyes wet with alcohol
And sobs shaking as coughs of smoke
puff free from his lungs.

That guy
Dancing with a girl again
Out of his league they say, far too loud
Proud
He dances but his heart sinks
As he sees the humour in the joke.

That guy
Not himself, and this by choice
Trying hard to fall in rhythm
With something just too fast
Just too slow
Just not him.

That guy
All over her, the fuck?
Oh she laughs and pushes in vain
A playful joke now
A minute later, pain
Fuck her and her stupid, stop.

Chills my spine.

That guy
Fighting for his love
Or lack thereof
A vacant song of something sweet
Sung to himself
Lost in the wind

That guy
Smile wide enough to melt stone
She stayed home
Watches this girl dance
Something in her eyes
Something in her pants

That guy
Hiding his face
The world is too big, too harsh, too cruel
Imagine another land, far off and free
Wake up, close the window
The rain is coming in

Did he ever want to be that guy?
He must still dream.
So do I.

That Guy

usinglemons

Joined September 2012

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A poem

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