The View

‘The View’ is a poem I wrote to try and show the continued frustrations of an expectant boyfriend trying so hard to see his girl, but all he gets are excuses and delays. Please, read and enjoy.

Staring out my balcony, admiring the view.
Wishing the next babe that alights at the junction is you.
Hoping today is the day you finally come through.
Hoping today is not another you give me your regular excuse.

That you really didn’t mean to.
That you really wanted to come, but you weren’t feeling so good.
That it wasn’t your fault, there was nothing you could do.
That you are too tired and you don’t really want to mingle.
That you’ve had a long day. ‘Do I even know what you’ve been through?’

Do you play games, cause you sure know how to dribble.
How to keep me caught in the middle.
Stuck, repeating the same cycle.
Promising to change, but the bullshit is all you still do.

Girl, I’m giving you my heart, but with your thumbs, you twiddle.
My efforts, you belittle.
If this is what it takes, then I’d rather just be single.
With my heart no longer stuck in the middle.
My tears, slowed to a trickle.
Happiness, even though I’m idle.

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