Just a Downtown Girl. Living in a Lonely World.

what is it about Big City girls that makes them so alluring?
at the drop of a hat they seem to string men along.
there is no uprising. no resistance.
however it is very unsettling.

they're foreign clothes that grip their legs so tight.
the smell of cigarettes and coffee of someone very important.
someone very busy.
Unhappiness plagues their faces showing all their troubles. None of their cares.
And the eye. it's gripped in a choke-hold.
drawn to the thick make-up.
purposely disheveled hair.

we all strive to be her.
the lonely girl that makes you laugh and have to fix.
her dramatics make you think she's interesting.
and the problems she comes to you with, making you her superman.

but at the end of the day. she's wearing the dress and going out for another party.
the same dress that captured you.
but you're not invited.
and the arguments, the laughs, everything you shared. doesn't matter.
she's living in the moment. and nothing else matters.

and while you stare at her.
I sit here. not forgetting a moment.
ready to deal with problems. ready to deal with happiness.
just waiting for you to choose.

waiting here feeling silly for thinking I'd be second fiddle.
or number one.



took the midnight train going anywhere...