Words by Bella Rosanes
Cover Image by Megan Carter
In the bar where we used to sit
Laughing until we lose our wits
Now I wilt alone
Grieving the loss of a beloved foe.
I'm not one to hate or berate
But as you swore to never betray
You left me shackled to this bench
Swore it was never a date.
The friend of a friend asked
"Are you on the mend?"
Honest to God, I nodded my head
Despising hypocrites, guess that explains why
The mirror's in shards soon as I looked at myself.
In the bar where we used to sit
The staff all changed, the decor don't fit
I'm still shackled upon that bench
Waiting for you, lift the wrench
They get old, as I stay cold
They move on, I'll stay alone
You'll fall in love, just not with me
In another life, maybe it was meant to be
But I rage each time I say your name
"She's gone mad" as they say.
Something died when we met
Your charm is the knife on my back
Your smile's the noose around my neck
Your stare is the fire that burned
Your touch is the ocean that drowned.
With every stranger, every heart that I touch
They fall to their knees begging for my love
In your crime, you left me with no choice
I'll grieve for you at every date, every drink
Every bar and every place
You'll be fine unaware of the girl that weeps on a bench
Grieving the loss of someone who lives.
Bella is a singer songwriter who enjoys the dreamy yet gut-wrenching complexities of love. Because of that, she mainly writes about romance, heartbreak, and grief. She is18Â years old studying a Foundation Year in Psychology. A Filipino who's lived in England for five years.Â