clives poem

hey girls and guys
i had a really sh*t night last night
so wrote this this morning!
sorry to depress the sh*t out of you all
(and its more of a chain of thouhgts than a poem, tis long aswell)

last night
you once looked at me, like i was great
but now our eyes dont even meet
i know you dont want me, thats fine
but i long to protest
i wanted to tell you what im really like
not the person who does things to please
the deep hidden girl who nobody knows
but theres no point in saying anything
it would be the clive thing to do
and its her that caused this to begin with
why cudnt i have been myself
go on my first instincts, not act or play up to you
like the jumped up hussy ive become
buit your opinions been formed, and i wont change it now
no point really
i sang to myself as you told me last night
the ugly truth that i am
the tears roll down but not to be seen
you wont turn the light on to look at me
we had some fun it had to be said
i think its hillarious, how i knewthis day would come,
i wanted others to take my mind off you
i knew that a relationship would be too much to ask for
after all, who wants damaged goods?
i struggle now to think of ways
to make our friendship stay alive
dont block or ignore me
please text me and phone me
we've been friends before, why let it end now
surely this must effect me more than you
and i still want your friendship
i fear that you wont
and ive lost too many friends through silly mistakes
i try to talk to you, but your through
i long to touch you, but know better
all i ever wanted was someone to hold
as i say
all i ever wanted was to plese you
but i knew last night was coming
part of me wishes i could take back wot was said
i dont love you
but i do need you
i realise this now
too late ive confessed, to something unture
sitting in my electric chair, waiting for your mercy
will it come?
its gunna end on sumthing i said and didnt even mean
i dont know
right now its hard to know what you think
i know you had a rough night, like i did
i dreamed it was all a dream and id wake in your arms
but wen i did, you were gone
and i knew itwas real
it was never about the promise of sex
i just wanted o watch you live your life
then realising my stare, hold my hand or pull me close
i never got bored dispute wot you thought
theres no clive to hide behind now
no 'hopeless realism'' or '' theres always next time''
no walls thrown up to hide behind
all is down as i sit open
waiting for you to respond

thank yo andy
means alot to me

that was the most brilliant poem ive ever read


and im not joking

hmmm fountains.... so you not gonna write up your last week then? lol