You’d rather be hurting there than
Someone else
And even though I know
I know I’m not on the list
Even though I know
That there’s no chance no one or two
Before the book closes will I ever even meet you
Why wouldn’t you give me a chance?
And you say we all heal but in the decade between
Still you write about your queen
Then how could I heal from any of this?
Why am I the only one to miss?
Miss every chance and every last moment
Locked away so far away so close nowhere near where I wanted to be
And I know it won’t reach you
Because I’ve never been good enough for you
Not good enough to notice
Or even see through
No colours to show just greys and clear ink running through
I hope I don’t have to see any more of this
I hope I die and they live happily ever after
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