Smacking Away

you came too late
yet you left too early
i stay here too long
i got blisters on my hands
you got saliva on your lips
smacking away
i got cold
for warming you

those sweaty hands
are made for a liar

i always get what i don't want
i always want what i don't get
i get wanted for not wanting to get

those smelly hair
are ruffled by a liar

you came too late
yet you leave too early
i sit here, too solemn
i got frostbites on my fingers
you make up candy promises
blowing kisses
i got sidelined
for being in the limelight

promises are meant to be broken
breaking is the promising means
of trying to patch up
a broken porcelain cup

26-Apr 2005, 4.53 pm

* I wrote an acoustic song out of this poem.