9:30 am

9:30s been and gone,
My Kahlua spiked coffee went down well
Better than our mornings conversation that solved nothing and hurt more.
Better than last nights bitter fight,
Better than our weekend together.

Better than the way you look at me,
And saw right through me,
Like the dirty dishes or unfolded washing,
Something that you’ll leave for me to deal with,
As its my problem, the problems I have with you.

9:30s been and gone,
I haven’t done your dishes or your washing.
Or cleaned your floors or tidied your house.
And I haven’t fixed the problems,
The problem of me having problems with you.

I cry and it does nothing,
But you don’t know,
If you knew how much I cry it would only be another fault,
Just another tick on the list of things I do wrong.
Of things you don’t like.

9:30s been and gone,
As I remember the last thing you said to me.
And that memory would freeze me to the spot
With the coldness that was in your voice,
If it wasn’t for my coffee.

For when I said I love you,
You said goodbye.
And when I asked if you loved me,
You could only say sometimes.
Sometimes.

9:30s been and gone,
Sometimes that’s good
And sometimes that’s bad.
And today sometimes ill remember how much I love you
And sometimes ill try to forget.

by tinkie
posted on 01/20/2008