FRONT ROW SEATS

Front Row Seats

I put up so many walls for you

But somehow you still have this key

No more defenses

Nowhere to go but your eyes

What am I supposed to do?

Walk home?

You always have the A/C too damn low

I feel the wind bite the wet marks on my cheeks

And drying out my eyes

Look at me now

You got what you wanted

Front row seats to a man so lost

Does the parking lot lights make it look more dramatic?

I’m surprised you didn’t bring popcorn

Hanging on to every work I’m choking out

Oozing everything I’ve hidden

Lies I've told everyone

Especially me

You got what you wanted

Everything you wanted to hear

The performance of a lifetime

Vulnerable beyond repair

Now will you please drive me back home?

- M.