Depressed Girlfriend

Depressed Girlfriend
 By Jordan Brooks
Nov. 20, 2016.

You got in the bed yesterday morning,
 you should try to get out of it today,
 because tomorrow is just too long,
 and you're not talking to me,

and now that we're talking less,
 I believe it's not enough,
 the candies on the other side of this town,
 are harder to get, more valuable now

that bed must be so comfortable,
 that the thoughts of being somewhere else are unadorned,
undesired, and unattractive:
 the bed's the only place you want to be;

we were walking through the hall, away from the quiet dinner downstairs,
 and I had a thought of you saying something,
 but when I looked, I saw you hadn't talked,
 you'd said, all you hear from the room are the keys,

that I'm always returning or leaving you
 I hear them dancing too,
 or the silence of you lying up-there
in sadness, the depressed state,

the hints you give,
 I couldn't figure them out,
 they weren't good to me,
 he's supposed to be able to figure it out,

it's impossible,
 a joke to you,
 as you lie, you laugh inside,
were you even hinting at all,

 the noises in the silence of you lying there,
if I wake you, if you smile,
 and say the depression is gone,
 that nasty thing is out of this town,

it descended, regrettably, onto our lives,
 and we kept our sight,
 we stayed it off,
 we laugh and love this part of our lives,

the relationship's grown,
 another element we've beaten,
 this, another victory we're seeing,
 so, yeah we've continued to grow

and the look in your eyes,
 the childish relationship that continued to grow,
 is grown, and compared to... those days in our bed,
 and a depression that stops,

was there ever even any doubt,
 I never saw it hanging around.
 I never saw you distant and falling away.
 I mean, I always knew you loved me.

it's there whenever I see you looking at me,
 it's what I've seen, since we were meeting
 at coffee shops for tea,
 the curse of the girl who can't ever hide,

that's my daydream these days;
 I can't ever be sure,
 the curse of the girl who always stays hidden,
 a guy who's never close-enough,

to be known, to be loved,
 I mean, I'm sorry, not that.


Jordan.