Yes, I don’t know you,
But imagine for one moment I do.
Would you care for me if you found me,
Covered in black and blue?
Of course you would- you have caring eyes
and skin that looks unmarred.
Everyone cares about your pain,
If it leaves you visibly scarred.
How about our anniversary?
Would you get me a red rose?
Or would you remember my favourite forget-me-nots,
Like the ones in the meadows?
I hope you would,
Your hands are adorned by scribbles and writing.
Maybe you have terrible memory,
Or just waiting for something more exciting.
By your book choice, you are-
I remember it swallowed me whole,
You would deal with the ending better than me,
But, I think it would change your soul.
Wait, oh.
You shut your book and start moving to the front.
This is my last chance to know you truly,
I should go and take a punt.
I imagine going up to you,
But my legs never move.
Lets be honest I don’t have the courage
and I think you would disapprove.
So you walk out of the bus,
And I stay in my seat,
One day I will stand,
But for now I’ll keep dreaming on repeat.