I lie awake in a bed that’s not mine <br />And wonder if this is what I was meant for <br />Reverting back to a childish musing <br />Of fantastic dreams and untamed affection <br />It was just like sex, only more of a game <br />Like checkers, or chess, or sex <br />Now I see the childhood swiftly away <br />And the more contrived the instances of life <br /> <br />We never forgot <br />Your bleeding heart <br />That wore me down <br />Your single cigarette <br />But now, distant <br />The manic face <br />Naked, you burn <br />A yearning contained <br />In me <br /> <br />I tried not to hurt <br />I tried not to lie <br />But it never works <br />If this was my fate <br />Then I would pretend <br />The weight of the world <br />The weight of the sky <br />Could rest in my hand <br />The more we partake <br />But it never works <br />It never works<br /><br />Christopher's Dead<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-for-love-in-a-burning-cigarette/
