Nothing
will
ever be
resolved
Until from
all blame
I am
absolved
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Nothing
will
ever be
resolved
Until from
all blame
I am
absolved
Looking
at youLooking
at meWhen will
we tireOf this
malarkey
How
can
we
put
things
right?When
you
won’t
accept
you’re
wrong?
Only I
know why
the caged
bird singsIt’s because
some bastard
clipped it’s
wingsYet as the
tears rise
and the
anger stingsThe bird
knows it’s
just one of
those things
Nothing
ever
seems
to work
out for
me
Perhaps
I’m
just
destined
to be
unhappy
To
forever
wander
around
wanting
more
Never
quite
accepting
I’m
already
done for
I’ll never be
who you want
me to beSo you’ll
just have
to accept itPlease stop
trying to
change meOr you’ll
just end up
rejected
I
asked
the
doctor
When
will the
tablets
work?
When do
they take
away my
hurt?
Nothing
will
do that,
she said
Tablets
only
make it
easier to
get out
of bed
I
asked
the
doctor
Are
you
sure?
Won’t
you do
something
more?
There’s
nothing
else I
can do,
she said
You just
have to
accept
that he
is dead
Okay,
okay,
I accept
defeat.
I’ll get up,
get dressed,
drink tea,
eat.
I’ll take
the pills
you say
I need.
I’ll be a
good girl
like we
agreed.
I still have it.
Your shirt.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I just wish you were still here.
Wearing it.
When I heard
the black dog
barking outside
I knew I had
nowhere left
to hide
When I heard
the black dog
at my door
I knew I didn’t
have the strength
to fight anymore
Now I hear
the black dog
on my shoulder
All I feel
is relief
that it’s over
Why isn’t
it me,
she asks,Why can’t
it be us?For I
already
love another,
he says,As her
dreams
crumble
to dust.
Time will heal
Hearts can mend
Until then accept
This is the end
It’s easier to say I’m alright, rather then I’m anxious.
It’s easier to say I’m okay, rather than I’m outraged.
It’s easier to say I’m better, rather than I’m broken.
It’s easier to say I’m good, rather than I’m grieving.
It’s easier to say I’m well, rather than I’m wasted.
It’s easier to say I’m fine, rather than I’m fucked.
Batter me,
Shatter me,I don’t matter, me.
Clatter me,
Scatter me,I just don’t matter, me.
I thought I saw you today.
Twice.
The first, when you were waiting to cross the road.
The second, when you were ahead of me in the queue at the post office.
It was only when you turned around, and I saw your face, that I realised it wasn’t you.
And I remembered, with a desperate ache, why it could never be you.
And I cried again today.
Twice.
Honestly,
I could wait
for a
thousand years
and it
would still
be too tough.
Honestly,
I could sleep
for a
thousand years
and it
would never
be enough.
Honestly,
I could cry
for a
thousand years
and it
would still
hurt too much.
It doesn’t matter where in the world you go.
How beautiful the country you visit,
How fascinating the people you meet,
How much booze you drink.
You can’t run away from your thoughts.
You might have a different view from your window but your soul will remain as black as the night sky and, beneath it all, you’ll still be the same fuck up you always were.
Travel solves nothing.
I finally understand it.
I have realised the way things are.
I accept it.
I am not your woman.
You are not my man.
You are not mine to have.
I am not yours to hold.
We are friends.
This has always been clear.
You are unobtainable.
Out of my reach.
It's not that I don't care -
I do.
It's not that I'm not jealous - I am.
But now I finally understand it.
Now I have realised the way things are.
Now I accept it.
And it's okay.
Really.
xxx