You and I were spinning
(Was I spinning?)
I reached out my arms, bare and long
white and cold, to touch you
but just out of my reach
you spun away.
And perhaps the thought of an experience
is better than the experience,
once it happens,
I cannot take it back
and it wasn't like it was in my dreams.
It was orange
and pink
and red and brown.
Marks fell around me
and onto my arms.
I wanted you to pull me out of myself
instead we danced and
nothing happened.
less awareness was my intention
but without cooperation I cannot feel myself.
And still you wanted to sit in my car
and talk, and talk while the sun rose.
You never realized there aren't words to say,
I had to kick you out, make you leave, have you see that
I am nothing
and I am just a girl who feel from the sky.
who needed to break with you
but you insisted on breaking my fall
and now I see you for who you are
a Gentleman-boy.
I think someone forgot to tell you
that in order to love
you have to break with another.