"Had we but world enough and time"
I'd show you the pain
That stabbed
The Heart
That Bled
And turned the sparkle in my eyes to a dull matt glare.
A stand still celliod frame
Cocooned in alcohol
The clock stopped for me,
The moment your bottom lip meets his.
The boy, who for months I watched
From behind my fringe
Under the guise of a laugh so loud.
I had waited,
Time
Had ran itself tired
As I found the perfect moment, to suggest a drink.
Time ran out, and began again.
Afresh, two seconds after your lips meet his.
The decision not to hate you came easily.
Whats not mine you can have.
The decision not to hurt you did not come easily
Whats no mine you shoud not have.