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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