Apart from
Fixing the fuse box
Or putting up
The odd shelf
There is nothing
You can do for me
That I cannot do
Myself
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Apart from
Fixing the fuse box
Or putting up
The odd shelf
There is nothing
You can do for me
That I cannot do
Myself
I felt that way
For a really long time
After you rounded on me
That night
But now I’ve moved on
And boy I’ve grown
So I’m stepping back
Into the light
Nyctophilia
I’m
better
alone
than in
company
Just
like I’m
happier
in the
dark
That
way
I never
have to
see anyone
Or
hear
another
disparaging
remark
(Originally Posted 16.02.2020)