I wanted a soft word.
You couldn’t give me one.
I needed some kindness.
You had none.
I asked for your love.
It was gone.
I wanted you to visit me.
But we are done.
It’s time for a smoke,
time to relax my mind.
My thoughts are chaotic,
I need to unwind.
He hasn’t been back,
it’s been over a week.
I’m sick of this silence,
I want a man who can speak!
I’ll sit here and smoke
thinking thoughts full of spite.
I’m better off with no bloke,
than one who’s never not right.
Around and around we go, stuck on the same song.
Things coast along nicely for a week or two,
then you back off me, suddenly.
For the next few weeks, your visits are far and few between,
and always well after midnight…
I don’t hear from you at all, outside of odd booty calls.
I begin to feel hurt and angry.
It bothers me to the point of misery,
But as I reach my breaking point,
you turn on your charm…
You have time for me.
I feel attractive to you.
I feel wanted, loved and important.
I let my guard down.
Things coast along nicely for a week or two…
And around we go, stuck on the same song.