misfire
Misfire
One wan smile
should not be enough
to cure you of your worries.
You were right to say it.
I'm not okay.
I hid in a bathroom stall,
to hide my red eyes.
You waited.
Silent, you walked beside me,
brown eyes searching my downcast face,
seeking blue eyes,
red eyes,
eyes that couldn't meet yours.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Are you okay?
I'm fine!
You're not fine.
One wan smile,
and empty words of release.
One lonely walk home.
Are you the gentleman you say you are?
Or aren't you?
You left too early,
And came back too late.
I waited.
Silent, I stood silhouetted in the window,
blue eyes searching the street,
seeking your familiar figure,
coming back to me;
you didn't come in time.
Are you coming back?
...
Are you coming back?
...
You're not coming back.
I'm fine!
I'm fine...
I'm fine.
One wan smile
should not be enough
to cure you of your worries.
You were right to say it.
I'm not okay.
I hid in a bathroom stall,
to hide my red eyes.
You waited.
Silent, you walked beside me,
brown eyes searching my downcast face,
seeking blue eyes,
red eyes,
eyes that couldn't meet yours.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Are you okay?
I'm fine!
You're not fine.
One wan smile,
and empty words of release.
One lonely walk home.
Are you the gentleman you say you are?
Or aren't you?
You left too early,
And came back too late.
I waited.
Silent, I stood silhouetted in the window,
blue eyes searching the street,
seeking your familiar figure,
coming back to me;
you didn't come in time.
Are you coming back?
...
Are you coming back?
...
You're not coming back.
I'm fine!
I'm fine...
I'm fine.
posted by lute_of_jubal at 1:00 PM
1 Comments:
It wasn't his fault. I was disappointed that I didn't get to hang out with him much at all after we had planned to do so and kind of, well, annoyed, I guess, that he came back late and I left without him - and even moreso, that he made other plans when he already had plans with me. I can totally understand not wanting to spend three hours with me just shooting the breeze or whatever, but I did find it a little rude that after making a call, he simply announced that he was leaving to go to the bars with some friends. I was also disappointed that, even just as my friend, he didn't do more to make sure I was okay when I was so clearly so very upset after the play.
Regardless, this is probably not fair. But it feels justified - Sara thinks I have a right to be at least a little peeved. It's just unfortunate that it coincided with so much else. God, so much.
Bah. Of this, he's probably completely unaware.
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