I'm a Matador

it was the hush of us that woke us up

unless you were speaking & i wasn't listening close enough

having selfish moments too frequent to notice us

like times you were reaching; wanting hugs

& my arms stayed folded up

not knowing signs of love

well kind of, just not my kind of love

breaking hearts time after time till i find the one

selfish uh? probably so

knowing this woe is hitting like a body blow

maybe i just write well, but don't know how to hold

plant the seed, but leave before the flowers grow

in the direction cowards go

years disappear within hours so

our sun, turns to showers

now was ours; now it's, neither mine or yours

minor flaws cocooned, into wounds full bloomed

& sores, harpooned from wars, where roses were once the cure

playful banter, now plays like phantoms

while we're slamming doors

not minding our manners cause

nothing matters anymore

but for some reason, now it seems to matter more

still, when you reach for me, i'm a matador

not mad at all; just disappointed

cause there was once a point when, we had it all

now i'm running like cannonballs

from the one, that i planned to call

more than a wife

more like, more than someone i'd spend the rest of my life with

now, more is, more of less; more of a mess

& all our promises manifest regrets & i don't like it

i'm a matador