#hardlyapoet

(A Rebuttal to “Parking Space” from Clouded Coffee: The View from the Cafe Window)

Parking spaces race like thoughts of you through my mind. Why didn’t I park?

The night moved too fast for me to understand just how much I needed you.

Double-lined center stripes screamed DO NOT PASS but I didn’t listen. I needed her.

Those thoughts of her were unwanted but not unnoticed and I positioned you passenger side on long drives in attempts to break the habit.

I drove a lot with those thoughts of her. Please don’t take it personal.

Quiet nights aren’t peaceful When your mind never stops... Hell, even the keyboard’s too loud

It’s the difference between: Laying down beside you And sneaking into bed at midnight

I don’t want to wake you I don’t want to worry you And somehow I feel guilty

For my thoughts, and for my mind And for coming to bed too goddamn late And for you feeling lonely.

Believe me, I feel it too.

You’re incredible, yet I’m flawed Sorry, broken... In so many pieces...

No matter how you look at me You’re blinded by my jagged edges And even sharper tongue