The one thing I want to do is forget.
All the shit the other guys put me through.
You’re different. I love watching the sun set
with you. I don’t get bored. Get stuck like glue.
The rainy days in – we snuggle and fight.
We’re so different, but our souls are the same.
Clichéd? Love always is. Let’s dance the night
away. Take my hand. Close. Whisper je t’aime.
I’ll say Ana Behebak. It’s our thing.
You teach me the gavotte and I teach you
how to Bellydance. Then I let you sing
to me in Arabic. The way you do.
It’s been tough; shit, but there’s one thing I know:
you fix it all, but let’s just take it slow.
You fix it all, but let’s just take it slow.
Stop the phone calls, because you “need” to know
what I’m doing all the fucking time. No.
I’m done with this third break up shit, just go.
We go through the motions, like a TV
series that was never going any-
where. Yes I’ll roll you a cigarette. Easy
way to avoid the arguing. Many
thanks for doing the bed this morning!
Turned off Spotify when you heard our song.
Saw the texts. Don’t say I left you! Storming
off. Blaming me for the things you did wrong.
You weren’t the one, you are all just the same.
Our love is like hairspray when set aflame.
Our love is like hairspray when set aflame.
We want closeness, just to feel less alone.
Just want that posed picture in a gold frame
Reasons to keep looking down at our phone.
I really miss waking up next to you.
Numbing with Netflix and chill: smoking weed,
kissing me, holding me. I miss it too.
Dancing in the moonlight; I’ll always need
you. Broke my heart, why did you do that for?
Why did you fall for her? Why the lying?
I wait, with my Oyster card, by the door.
Knowing you won’t come but still I’m trying.
While you are waiting for the sun to set –
The one thing I want to do is forget.
Wells Street Journal 