Pick Your Posion

‘He likes her, who would ever like you?
Pick your poison, rejection, demise,
And pour yourself a glass…
Or two,
I’ll sit and drink with you.
I think I’ve figured it out.
I want somebody I can help,
Because I don’t want to focus on me,
I don’t want people to see me.
Hidden in a corner,
Socially capable,
Socially rejected.
Socially forgettable,
My heart’s left unprotected.
If I write music,
And I play,
People can see that I don’t want to talk.
I’m telling you now,
I want to be wrapped in his arms.
But I don’t know who he is.
I write love stories of fiction’s demise,
Hoping one day they’ll come true,
But in the back of my head,
In the bottom of my heart,
The words are slowly losing meaning,
‘I love you.’
I’m going to crash as they knew I would,
It was my choice,
I’ll take your compliment after.
You say I’m pretty,
I say it’s a lie in friend’s honesty.
You have to say it,
Because you’re my best friend.
But I don’t have to believe you.
No matter what you say,
I have to make the words true.
I saw him tonight…
And I was happy,
Then something in my brain,
In my heart,
Snapped.
‘He likes her, who would ever like you?
Pick your poison, rejection, demise,
And pour yourself a glass…
Or two,
I’ll sit and drink with you.