yoUr bLiSS
Bluelighter
when i first met you
i hated you
i hated the thought of you
i hated the idea of you
"the new girlfried"
you stole my title
here i had been waiting
patiently
quietly
just a friend
until she left
so i could step up
make my move
finally take him
as mine
i remember that night well
last february
you were not there
you were sick
with strep throat
he told me about you
my smile froze
yet stayed intact
only my eyes changed
thank god the lights were dim
i never faltered
not for a moment
ironically
it was then
that some drunk guy
clumsily approached us
camera in hand
blubbering about
how he had been observing us
and what a perfect couple we made
how truly in love we seemed
he wanted to capture us on film
our eyes
our hair
almost like brother and sister
he said
he was so loud
and so passionate
he even brought strangers in
"don't they make a beautiful couple?"
and everyone agreed
he zoomed in on our lips
yours perfect
mine a bit too thin
and proudly showed us
that we have the same smile
we didn't have the heart
to tell him otherwise
so instead we smiled
and let him click away
and blabber
for awhile
when he finally left
we had a good laugh
he hugged me close
leaned down
kissed me on the forehead
(he always does that)
shook his head and said
how he couldn't wait to tell you about this
you would get
"such a kick out of it"
i told him i was happy for him
and i couldn't wait to meet you
and then i turned around
with glistening eyes
crumpled up the napkin
with the drunk guys e-mail
and threw it in the trash
i did not want to see those pictures
i did not want to see him
i did not want to see you
i turned the corner
and ran to the dance floor
to forget for awhile
i would love to have those pictures now
i hated you
i hated the thought of you
i hated the idea of you
"the new girlfried"
you stole my title
here i had been waiting
patiently
quietly
just a friend
until she left
so i could step up
make my move
finally take him
as mine
i remember that night well
last february
you were not there
you were sick
with strep throat
he told me about you
my smile froze
yet stayed intact
only my eyes changed
thank god the lights were dim
i never faltered
not for a moment
ironically
it was then
that some drunk guy
clumsily approached us
camera in hand
blubbering about
how he had been observing us
and what a perfect couple we made
how truly in love we seemed
he wanted to capture us on film
our eyes
our hair
almost like brother and sister
he said
he was so loud
and so passionate
he even brought strangers in
"don't they make a beautiful couple?"
and everyone agreed
he zoomed in on our lips
yours perfect
mine a bit too thin
and proudly showed us
that we have the same smile
we didn't have the heart
to tell him otherwise
so instead we smiled
and let him click away
and blabber
for awhile
when he finally left
we had a good laugh
he hugged me close
leaned down
kissed me on the forehead
(he always does that)
shook his head and said
how he couldn't wait to tell you about this
you would get
"such a kick out of it"
i told him i was happy for him
and i couldn't wait to meet you
and then i turned around
with glistening eyes
crumpled up the napkin
with the drunk guys e-mail
and threw it in the trash
i did not want to see those pictures
i did not want to see him
i did not want to see you
i turned the corner
and ran to the dance floor
to forget for awhile
i would love to have those pictures now
