Please
excuse my
awkwardness
I know
I look like
quite the
amateur
I’m just
not sure
of the
etiquette,
yet
Let alone
all of the
vernacular
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Please
excuse my
awkwardness
I know
I look like
quite the
amateur
I’m just
not sure
of the
etiquette,
yet
Let alone
all of the
vernacular
I’ve seen so many
Of them now
You’d think one
Would’ve broken through
But not one
Of their degrees
Has helped cure
My disease
Or informed me
Of what to do
The Trick Cyclist
I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment
I don’t
want
to see
you today
What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed
When
you can’t
help me
anyway?
(Originally Posted 25.02.2020)
Now it’s just over
Four years for me
And although
I’ve learned a lot
I still couldn’t claim
I know enough to explain
Or even to give it
A decent shot
Bereavement
Just
when
I think
I’ve got
no tears
left
They
fall
down
my
face
again
Why
the fuck
didn’t
someone
tell
me
How
to
prepare
for all
this
pain
(Originally Posted 19.02.2020)
I’ve done what I can
Said the man
The rest is up to you
I will try, Brother
Said the other
But it’s not what I am used to
Taking Turns
That’s
it
now
I’ve
pulled us
through
So for
better
or worse
It’s
over
to you
(Originally Posted 22.06.2020)
What I have
Is not for you
It is mine and mine alone
If you want
What I have got
Fuck off and find your own
If I knew then
What I know now
I wouldn’t have let you stay
I’d have made sure
You saw the worst of me
And done my best
To push you away
Knowledge will always win
Even if your football team doesn’t
Learn CPR now
It’s only
now I
realise
I’ve
played
this all
wrongAnd it
actually
should
have
been
you all
along
People
like me
can never
be lovedIt’s something we
won’t allowPeople
like me
can never
be lovedWe simply don’t
know how