I met a girl a while ago...
And it's hard to really know
If she was there to love me but
This is how our story goes:
I called her Alley. Because every time she felt dark and
lonely she’d get at me. It made me happy. Cause damn those eyes were grey and
bright, type of shade that grabbed me. Her voice harassed me, with fantasies of
making love. Fantasies… cause it would be like raping doves. Angels were made
to not have enough. It was all cool though, her company was refreshing, and
every time she smiled, I felt like I won… The lottery, and I’d pay a fortune
for the dream. Keep my hopes up with her presence, even though I knew the
scheme. She said she needed me, so I’d provide the shoulder. Every time the
world fell too heavy, I was strong enough to hold her. We’d visit roof tops,
open loose knobs… make beats with our hearts, til our heads bopped. She’d love
to fuck with cops. Talking bought “I think I heard gun shots.” Always had the
poker face, so we never got caught. All the stupid things I’d do. Just to have
another chance to be close to you. Jumping off my fire escape, mama never knew.
That I had heaven waiting for me, and that heaven was made by you.
Never asked
too much about your life, cause I knew you hated questions. And I never tried
to give advice, cause I was beyond the lessons. I mean you were a blessing. A
mystery so delicious, always kept me guessing. Satisfied by those remarks, on
how beautiful I look. After all my compliments, don’t think you ever understood.
That the image you gave me was a little bit too good. Sometimes I would think
that I got it from a book. A fairytale, you hated males, because they hated
you. And that hatred kept on getting bigger as you grew. And I had perfect
boobs, the hair, nothing like a guy. So how come she didn’t give our love a
try? Or maybe it was there, but I was way to shy. I’d think of kissing her, and
getting no reply.
And when she left I had no
one but my self. To fight against my vacant room, the world and all it’s hell.
Alley was my perfect secret, I just couldn’t tell. Anyone about this treasure,
all the ways I felt. But I made my mind, the time had come to conquer all my
fears. To look her in those lonesome eyes and tell her how I feel. That every time
I’m with her, I didn’t care about the real. That I’d be her tourniquet for all
her wounds to heal. I waited all day long, where we always met. Under our own
bridge, she ‘d come at sunset. I mean she had to, “I’ll be here” she constantly
said. Maybe there were too many things going on in her head.
...The days dragged
on, and damn I couldn’t see. Why the fuck she was doing this to me. I couldn’t
eat, I couldn’t sleep. I was cold inside, she was my only heat. Started acting
a little crazy. Mama asked me what had phased me. How was I to say Alley was a
bullet, and she did more than graze me. I felt like a dreamer, being forced
awake from their favorite day dream. So I searched everywhere, even went to
where she lived. Only to be told… that Alley didn’t exist.
No ones ever heard of her, my neighbors found me kinda
weird. Told mama they saw me talking to myself, no one ever near. Sneaking into
rooftops, yelling to the air. They try to tell me I was crazy, and Alley wasn’t
there. But lies were always common, I didn’t really care. Cause I know as I
wait here, that she’ll surprise me with her glare. And we’d go back to normal,
as we always were. She’d gently lean on me, and I’d tell her all I heard. And
she’d seduce me with the lonely rhythm in her words….
And she’d be my reality,
because I was part of her…