Watch
me
and
you’ll
sense
itTouch
me
and
you’ll
knowTell
me
and
you’ll
feel
itHold
me
and
don’t
let go
Ready To Implode
It’s
not
you
I
don’t
trust
It’s
me
My
mind
is
No
longer
robust
enough
To
deal
with
Such
trickery
All Bets Are Off
I’m not
scared
of youI’m
scared
of meNow
I’m
lostIn
this
insanity
Uncertainty
Me,
She said,
How?You,
He said,
Now!
Fact
Oh,
I don’t
just hate
youI
hate
everyone
Healing
Some
daysYou are
so close
to meSome
daysYou
are so
farSome
dayI’ll have
nothing to
remind meOther than
this scar
Unsuitable Partnerships
Your
innocence
is appealing
But my
patience
is deceiving
Your
kindness
is relieving
But my
cynicism
is unyielding
Just Me, Myself & I
Spending
another
day at
home in
reflective
solitudeWas much
preferable
to seeing
you and
your shitty
attitude
Coming Home
It’s not
that I
love this
city
It’s that
I love
who I am
when I’m here
That
It’s
just not
right
That you
won’t be
here when
I look
tonight
It’s
just not
fair
That I’ll
reach for
your hand
and it won’t
be there
The Looking Glass
Looking at you
Looking at meI wonder how
far into
my soul
you can
really seeLooking at me
Looking at youI wonder
if I’ll ever
believe
what you
say is true
9.15am
I
was
high
And
so were
you
As we
said our
goodbye
In the
morning
hue
Reassured
The relief
is palpableMy anxiety
is pacifiedOur normality
is restoredThank fuck
you replied
The Burden
If
only
I knew
what to do
I
would
not be so
reliant on you
If
only
I knew
how to grieve
It
would be
so much easier
to let you leave
If
only
I knew
who to be
I’d
thank you
for your help
then set you free
Our Waltz
My joy
is in your
weakness.
Your solace
is in my
pain.
Both
forever
destined,
To dance
together
in the rain.
For You
I’ll smile today, for you.
But I won’t mean it.
I’ll laugh today, for you.
But I won’t feel it.
I’ll fake it every day, for you.
But you’ll never know it.
For Me
Something has to give,
For me to find a reason to live.
Something has to change,
For me to avoid the firing range.
Something good has to come,
For me to choose not to succumb.
Something better has to start,
For me to stop tearing myself apart.
Some other story must be told,
For me to finally come in out of the cold.