i thought you would be The One
like they talk about in films and magazines
couldn't believe i had found you
down the road thought i'd have to
at least go to America but one day
there you were laughing by the barbeque
you had a steadiness i craved
"a rose is just a rose" your eyes
would say when i talked too long
about fairytales and it felt good
to be walking on hard ground
you had me firmly back down to earth
i was getting it all sorted out
your hand guiding me through crowds
your eyes carefully watching me
climb stairs cross roads talk to strangers
when the realisation hit -
not so much like a brick but like a stream
of pebbles one by one on to my head
a sharp pip pip pip against the skull -
i was already too far gone
you were never saving me or loving me
just trying to anchor me
when you left all i had were my feet
stuck in the ground and the knowledge
that roses are just roses after all
*
(I thought lack of punctuation worked better in this poem... Don't know how right I am, but I'm just glad to have written anything at all!)
