It is ludicrous that you still mean so much to me
It was one night -- It was so long ago
Later you called it the biggest mistake you ever made
You said it would never happen again
You were right
I don't know why I still wake with you on
my mind
If I lay very still I can feel the warmth and weight of your body over me
Your smell wrapping itself around me
The sweet taste of your lips on mine
If desire is a tree, its branches hang heavy with ripening fruit
I must be insane
One doesn't feel so much for someone in such a short period of time
Especially not when one belongs to someone else
You seemed to enjoy hurting me, as if you were punishing me for something I did wrong
You said you hoped we could still be friends
I came unglued-- waiting for you to
call, to validate my perceptions
I imagined you standing at the corner, emerging from the crowd
You'd pull me close and whisper the truth
But the phone was silent and the crowd full of strangers
Time became a smothering, screaming void
In the end it is I who tell myself the
pretty lies, just pretty lies |
