The Blue Note {I'm So Addicted}

THE BLUE NOTE {I’M SO ADDICTED}
Read the writing on the walls. It tells you my story. Is it better to
have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? You tell me.

To Whom It May Concern:

You and me, so young and aspiring,
Set out to create a night,
Only for us.

For nights before, I thought
And I dreamt of you,
Hoping for the best things.

I wanted, if only for a little time,
To show you the best of me,
What I wanted you to fall for.

I met with you, saw you.
It was a moment, suspended in time,
Engraved in my memory forever.

The impact of reason never hit me.
Would it ever?
I’d let it slide tonight.

We came together, kissed like there was
No tomorrow, no yesterday, no time at all.
Down, set, go. We were ready.

Tonight, let our thoughts
And inhibitions falter.
Let their absence reveal a love so pure.

You’re so intricate, yet so stunningly
Simple. You want what you want,
And you go for it. You wanted me.

No thoughts of mine invaded our peace.
I never thought there
Could be nothing after this.

I’m having problems with
Letting go of tonight.
Or was it last night?

I don’t feel very receptive today.
Something went wrong last night.
You aren’t mine.

In regards to myself,
I’m falling apart
From the inside out.

I listen to the cries
Of the past, and assuredly
They kill me slowly.

Giving up hurts the most.
I wish I could go back and do it
All over again, fix what went wrong.

I know what you’d say.
“I never meant to break your heart.”
I know, but honey, these things happen.

If I tried, do you think I could
Break down your heart of stone and destroy
Your walls so I could finally have you?

Or maybe you’d forget it, (you seem to be good at that)
And do what you do best,
Leaving me and walking away.

Would you come to me, returning empty-handed?
Come crawling back, because you know
I’d have you (if no one else would).

Or would you find someone new?
Sitting with them, loving them,
As you watch me die slowly.

My cut wrists are simply an act
Of depression to help me let go of
The night I remember best.

Everyone acts like I’m content
With losing you. How could I be
When you’re what I need?

The future is a question mark for me.
But I know you were the last kiss,
The first to mean something.

You are nothing if not a boy,
Brushed red, living in black and white areas
Of the world we once knew.

You and me, so young and aspiring,
Set out to create a night,
Only for us.

All my love,
Angel Below

PS: Time favors no one, and if we wait,
we too can fall in love a second too late.