Around the coast
And to the beach
To scratch an itch
Nothing else can reach
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Around the coast
And to the beach
To scratch an itch
Nothing else can reach
Stick another log
She said
In the fire
And see if that quells
Your desire
I write a bit
Now you know
Nothing special
Or much to show
But just enough
To get me though
And show how much
I still miss you
You took my hand
As we crossed the sand
And I knew then
What I still know now
That’s why I come back here
Every year
To talk to you again
Out loud
I’ll always be like this
She said
Of that I have no doubt
Because there isn’t enough goodness
She said
To drive the badness out
I think
I’ll freeze
To death today
It’s not like
I’ll feel it
Anyway
Why should they rememeber
He said
Every year
When you never even talk
About him here
Well, it’s not like they cared
She said
In the first fucking place
Back when the pain was still written
All over my face
I realise I fucked up
He said
When I wasn’t there for you
But I promise I’ll be here now
He said
And will help to see you through
All that shit is pointless
She said
We can’t go back in time
Just prioritise your own health
She said
And I’ll take care of mine
Things can only get better
He said
If you keep up this attitude
It’ll be gone within the day
She said
Along with my good mood
Love him while
You still can
As the hands of death
Wait for no man
It’s not for you
To dwell on
To deliberate
Or discuss
As I’ll be the one
To decide
If I have actually
Got the guts
That’s really amazing news
She said
I’m so very pleased for you
Now let’s just leave it there
She said
As you wouldn’t want the truth
We must catch up sometime
She said
I miss spending time with you
If that was all I had at home
She said
Then I would miss me too
I know that it must seem
She said
Like I’m arrogant and self centered
But that’s not it at all
She said
I just write how I feel uncensored
I hope
You’re sleeping soundly
All tucked up
In your bed
I hope that guilt
Isn’t shouting too loudly
Inside your pretty
Little head
I hope
You’re remembering proudly
All those actions
That you took
And I hope
You’re realising quite roundly
How I no longer
Give a fuck
You really shouldn’t wait
He said
Who knows what could happen next
It really wouldn’t matter
She said
As I’m far too fucking depressed
There are some nights
That never stop
Even when you look
That silent clock
Just seems
To stay the same
Time appears
To have stopped
And although you lie
There and watch
You know that everything
Has changed
Something of a hero
In your teens
The subject of many
Young girls dreams
Yet here you are now
Bloated and aging
With that yellowing skin
And cholesterol raging
So it’s hard to see you
As you once were
When that rakish charm
Caused quite the stir
Yet it’s not really you
That I feel sorry for
It’s all those young girls
Who don’t dream anymore
I don’t care
That you didn’t mean it
Or if just to deflect
You moved to attack
As now I know how you seethe
Underneath
And you can never take that back
With my head at rest
On the chopping block
I now think it best
That I start to talk
I saw it in
Your eyes that day
I heard it
In your voice
You, like me,
No longer see
Living
As a choice
She said she’d written it
About herself
When I saw her
On TV
But there’s no way
She could portray
The exact same feelings
As me
I didn’t tell you
All back then
So don’t think
That I’ll talk now
Just because
You’ve changed your tune
Doesn’t mean
You’ve won me round
If you should ever fall
He said
Then I’d be here to catch you
Well you’ll need pretty strong arms
She said
With legs to match them too
Save your cheers
Your whoops and applause
I don’t deserve it
I’m inherently flawed
And please don’t say
That’s why you love me
Because that’s even worse
Than just clapping would be
You don’t see it, do you?
She said
The sadness in my eyes
That’s because you hide it
He said
So you shouldn’t be surprised
I have
More fun
In my head
That’s why
I prefer
To stay in bed
The hardest part
About being depressed
Isn’t crying
Every day
The hardest part
About being depressed
Is pretending
You’re OK
I’ve always felt
Misunderstood
Wrong, somehow
And not much good
But I’ve come to learn
As I have aged
I wasn’t born this way
I was made
If you needed help
He said
Why didn’t you just ask
Because I knew
She said
You weren’t up to the task
I held you once
In my arms
Yet you slipped
Right through
My fingers
Now my heart burns
For your return
As the touch
Of your hand
Lingers
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