I kissed you in the hallway, <br />It was safe. No one to bear witness to the sin. <br />I know you’d love to kiss me in the street <br />But you always got something else to do… <br />You have to take a shower because you swear they’ll smell it on you <br />The lies, the secrets, the closed doors. <br />But out in the open we’re just comfortable strangers, <br />Who happen to fuck every Thursday morning. <br />A glance in the wrong direction could tip someone off. <br />Play the part, say goodbye, say that you’re tired. <br />And then come crawling back to my side. <br />I called your name in the street, and you just passed by. <br />Your eyes couldn’t even meet mine in the coffee shop… <br />God you live this life on a different plane than mine, <br />And I realize now that we will never intercept <br />Except for behind closed doors, acting out some sort of soft-core porn scene. <br />I can pretend all I want, but our lives will never meet. <br />It doesn’t matter that I’ll never meet them… <br />Your friends are fucked up anyway. <br />I hope she smells me on your sheets.<br /><br />Holly Phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-to-myself-at-24/
