Janed-Rain

The last time I saw you...   You were crossing the street   making your strides with   those long legs of yours The last time I saw you...   You gave me a long goodbye kiss   right there on the corner   out there in the morning sun The last time I saw you...   You were standing in my doorway   hands in places they could never be   if we were outside The last time I saw you...   You were getting dressed in my room   no shirt, just jeans, and red eyes   I tossed you your hat The last time I saw you...   You were pulling me back under the sheets   begging me, with those lips   to stay and lay around with you The last time I saw

What do you do, when you’ve turned your friends to stone? What do you do, when you’ve burned all your bridges down? I ran, from everything that mattered. I ran, and it left me shattered. I was scared, crippled, and afraid. I left a mess, one that I could never clean up. I left a mess, and I came back to fix it. But I still don’t know, what I’m supposed to do, where I’m supposed to go, or how I can trust myself again. What do you do, when the mess you made, made you?

I first kissed him on the same couch cushion where I told you it was over and he slept on my side of the bed He doesn't drive and he doesn't have a plan and he is everything you are not I can't tell if he really likes me and it doesn't bother me if all he wants is my skin or my thighs or my lips I can't stop thinking about the way the first rays of sunlight bounced off the beads of sweat resting on his skin under his dark dark dark hairline He's unpredictable and unstoppable He keeps me up later than you ever did and he says things to me you probably never would have thought of but it gets under my skin that despite the differences and the y