California

California

There was a knack, in my brain, in the back.

A simple little tick, every time you would lick,

Or stroke my hip, and try to bite my lip.

It was a secret concealed, until it all congealed into.

Rubbery goo, who the hell were you?

To say that love is a thing, maybe a diamond ring.

And that all I was, was a fuck just because.

And you waved goodbye, while I was flying high.

Under silky black skies, both concealing our lies.

And holding your hand, your skin kissed with sand,

From the shore of Cali, but not unlike Maui.

And every time I closed my eyes, asking all my "whys".

And begging for time, maybe to just mime.

The mimics of your voice, and give me the choice,

To sleep in the crease, of your arms at least.

And I know you couldn't care, and it's really only fair.

Because I set you up, like when I sank the last cup.

And pulled you aside, called you one hell of a guy.

I love you for a moment, and gave you up like lent.

But if it's all a stain, on your pulsating brain.

And I'm not the one, to soak in your sun.

I'd rather rot away, than remain quite cliche.

And say unrequited love, is what I'm in the habit of.