and sidelong glances as the glasses clinked,
a sort of a simmering drama,
and silent pangs of jealousy fermented with lime,
and when the ball dropped
people counted and kissed--
revealing the true drunken bliss of "new beginnings".
You and I stepped out on occasion
for a smoke and a look at fireworks and stars;
in a forbidden field we hid out in the open
where a foreboding feeling drew itself out
with every visible breath of cold night air.
Because I'm only yours in the dark,
and you're only sweet when we're alone.
I don't care if we're only jerks
to the ones we like the best
my thick skin's wearing thin
with the soft stroke of your palm on my back
then roughness of sudden disregard.
So I left with maladroitness dripping from my fingertips,
and Orion staring down in the eastern sky reminding me
the whole ride back, in my bittersweet relief,
that I was on my own wheels now
no longer the superfluous one in a system of three.
And every song buzzing it's tune on the radio
seemed oddly consonant,
and I thought myself dangerously out of tune
as the words floating through the air waves
wove thoughts in my mind which
cought my throught and stung my eyes
as the miles stretched between our two points.
So the story goes of hopes spun foolishly high
in a once burned twice shy New Years night;
confusion and heartache on an empty stomach...
it never gets you much further than regret.
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