I miss you
not that I deserve to
but the truth is,
these tricks of the light
between you and me
will take longer to be over
than we thought.
It's not jealousy,
more a mild misery
that I no longer
know what it's like
to be in your company,
that when you needed me,
crying on concrete
(a rarity for you)
I put my arms round you
but they became a noose
at the end of the night
hiding myself
on my side of the bed
and sometimes
I feel like
I'm choosing
to be sad
to suck it and see
to miss you, to miss me
and all I can do
is be there, be better
and that second cigarette
is all I can give
because
I like to miss you
but you like
to live
not that I deserve to
but the truth is,
these tricks of the light
between you and me
will take longer to be over
than we thought.
It's not jealousy,
more a mild misery
that I no longer
know what it's like
to be in your company,
that when you needed me,
crying on concrete
(a rarity for you)
I put my arms round you
but they became a noose
at the end of the night
hiding myself
on my side of the bed
and sometimes
I feel like
I'm choosing
to be sad
to suck it and see
to miss you, to miss me
and all I can do
is be there, be better
and that second cigarette
is all I can give
because
I like to miss you
but you like
to live