• carousel

    by  • June 25, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 0 Comments

    We run the same circles, over and over again. It’s a vicious cycle that never ends. I hold on to the cold bar, as it takes me up and brings me back down. This horse is shoddy and broken, the longer I stay here, the bigger the risks of it falling apart.

    It’s raining and you’ve jumped, off this carousel, and walked away leaving me alone. You only come back when it suits, when the rain in gone. You get back on but I’m still alone, holding that bar for dear life, it’s a carousel in winter. With an orange tint under a dark sky. The music plays softly, but it doesn’t ease the pain.

    You smile at me, once or twice but then stare straight ahead, as we take another turn, up and down. And I hold on for dear life because I don’t want to leave you.

    This carousel is rusty and broken. It doesn’t stop, I can hear it creak as it goes up and then back down. People are calling me away, but I hold on because I love you too much to leave you.

    We run the same circles, but you never hold my hand any more, you never kiss me like you mean in any more.

    This is our broken Carousel but I keep holding onto that bar, just in case you turn to look at me. This is our Carousel, this is our broken relationship.

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