You tell me
you are leaving me
Over coffee
and finger food
It’s the
time of the year when
Everything
is cold and wet and white
And then we
stop seeing each other and I spend most of my time being sad
I try to be
invisible
Keep out of
your way
While you roam
the streets with your arms around the chubby waist
Of a pretty
girl with an obnoxious voice and
Straight
brown hair with little waves at the end
You look
happy but she doesn’t seem your type
Maybe she
smells nice
I run into
you over
The coffee
shop
Where you’re
laughing
With your
pretty but loud new girlfriend
Wearing you
navy blue shirt
And I’m
still wearing my midnight blueness
Smile
awkwardly at you and leave
And go to a
bar and drink
Loading
shots one after the other
Till my feet
are wobbly and I can’t fake my accent anymore
You call me
a few days later
On a Friday
night
Your voice
guilt ridden
The radio
plays a familiar tune
You have
split up with that stupid girl
With
straight brown hair and waves at the end
For reasons
you quote are ‘mutual’
But I know
you’re just bored of
Her once
intriguing suburban ways
And you ask
me to meet
Over coffee
and finger food
But it’s the
beer that brings you to my place
And we know
it is a bad idea
But we’re
too drunk to acknowledge it
And we laugh
and laugh and laugh
And as I
breathe your deceitful breathe,
I wait for
three more months
Cause the
same story unfolds before me,
Wet, Wash,
Dry….Repeat.
(Sorry guys! I know I haven't been writing much. I'll try to be more regular from now on. And I'll catch up with your blogs soon. Missed you'll a lot..! Cheers!)