Her Paris
"HER PARIS"
I see you smiling with your
eyes towards subjects you now
engage yourself with.
I see your hands moving
across your phone.
I see the plans you've made
give you the happiness you
chose not to have with me.
others want you and you want
them but...not me.
you're in the ivory tower,
I'm in a madhouse looking out
the barred windows.
I loved the way you used to
look at me and how you told
me everything.
you don't look at me much now
and everything you once
would've told me is buried in
silence.
we used to do everything
together but now you do it
with others and that too, you
bury.
you spend your time with
others that you've known
longer.
you don't answer my texts
much anymore.
you disappear when happiness
is on your front porch.
I remember when you said I
used to make you happy.
I still do... only, it's if
I'm away from you.
I still do... only, it's when
I'm locked inside my mad box
wondering, wondering,
wondering and listening to
Beethoven.
I'd love you even if you
stood outside my four
cornered room while I hid
with my cigarette and did
nothing.
I read once, "all lovers betray."
is this what that meant?
you heard of my suicide from
a friend while you were out
by a lake.
you placed your beer down,
took a drag from your smoke,
propped up your fishing pole,
told them you’d be back and
walked to the edge of the
water.
you can see yourself in the
ripples of your happiness as
those you now spend your time
with, those you answer your
phone for, those you reply
to, those you don't ignore
and smile.
I knew I'd still make you happy...
even if it was with my death inside
your Paris.
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2018
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