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Hanging in the Lurch
by
Alice C. Bateman
Get out of my head
Or get into my bed
I can't take this anymore
I have no idea what's going on
You never talk to me
I hear about you second hand
From various third parties
You hardly even hug me
Not the way you used to do
Were you just playing with me
Was I something to amuse
I really don't appreciate
Hanging in the lurch
Cause sometimes, if I let it
It really starts to hurt
Get out of my head
Or get into my bed
I can't take this anymore
Wondering from day to day
Just what you might be feeling
Then sometimes when you look at me
You set my insides reeling
But mostly I have to pretend
We've never even kissed
Pretend that I don't love you
Don't know that you exist
I really don't appreciate
Being left here in the lurch
Cause sometimes, if I let it
It really starts to hurt
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