Thoughts From a Coffee Shop Who am I? Am I me, The person I believe to be? Or am I someone else, that guy Who’s every word is just a lie? Its been so long since I’ve felt fine Because of the time that I did "whine." She doesn’t say so, she won’t admit, That that is the cause of all this shit. All this hurt was definitely not my intent; I do recall that there were two of us in the tent. I was scared, I was confused. And now she appears to feel used. This is the cause of all the fuss And I wish to talk, wish to discuss. She won’t talk to me, not at all, I’m just the guy who ranks below the mall. She says she needs time, she needs space But I read the truth straight off her face: For our friendship there is no hope; She wants no part, I’ll have to cope. Her eyes tell me just what she sees And I’m afraid that it is not me. I have tried so very hard To have her hold me in high regard And I’ve failed, it cannot be denied, Left alone to think about those times she lied. Because if not lies they what are they, All those things I heard her say? "Its too busy, I cannot sit" This place is dead, its not that dimly lit! I am trying to give her space and time That’s why I sit and write in rhyme, And wonder about all sorts of stuff Like if there’ll ever be time or space enough. My memory doesn’t belong in the company Of those other jerks. That’s not me! To treat her right was all I ever did try I never once felt the temptation to lie. I told her everything, my soul laid bare. And for her part she doesn’t seem to care. I tried to know her, know her well, But all her actions say "go to hell"
Reason for writing:
Most important person in my life decided that they don't want to see or talk to me.
Birth sign: Virgo
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