Please Don’t Go

If
I can’t
speak
to you
anymore

Then
who
else is
going to
listen?

There’s
not
many
that
can
tolerate

My
incessant
whining
and
bitching

Ter(rain)

I’ll
take
your
hand

If
you
are
frightened

I’ll
hold
you
hair

If
you
get
sick

I’ll
even
lead
you

To
the
path
of
enlightenment

If
you’re
really
fucking
quick

Real Talk

It
hurts
my
heart

To
hear
you
cry

And
watch
you
break

Like
this

As
your
life

Falls
apart

And
you
stare

Into
the
abyss

Squeeze

Such
a broken
heartened
man

In a
broken
hearted
land

If
only
I could
see you

I
would
squeeze
your
hand

And
never
let it
go

Granite

I wish
you were
with me

Gently
squeezing
my hand

Providing
me with
comfort

Helping me
understand

Mother’s Ruin

As
the rot
starts
to set
in

I
pour
myself
another
gin

To
silence
the pain
in my
head

As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift

My
mood
starts
to
lift

And
I can
finally
get out
of bed

Soothsayer

Thank
you
for
alerting
me

To
what
I could
feel

But
could
not
see

Because
of
you

I
am
now
free

To
be
the
person

I
want
to
be

Across The Table

I love how you know,

To hold my hand,

Just by the croak in my voice.

I’m so grateful,

That you understand,

Just how much I need that choice.

Feeling that you’re there,

And how much you care,

Means everything you see.

But not forcing me to speak,

When you sense I’m weak,

Is why you’re the one for me.

Parachutes

I’m not sure I
can offer much

But a tissue
for your tears

A shoulder for
you to lean on

And an endless
supply of beers

Separated

I
wish
you were
here with me

All
these
tales we
could share

But
yet we
find we’re
both alone

So
into the
depths
we stare

The Soiree

It was
exactly
one year
ago

That we
were all
sat in
that tent

But there
was only
one who
truly
listened

To my
broken
hearted
lament

From that
day we’ve
kept in
touch

Developing
connections
of our
own

That’s
because
you chose
both of us

To reap
from the
seeds you
had sown

A Helping Hand

Although
we have
now come
to an end

Your help
to me
has been
a godsend

Even
though
my heart
you could
not mend

You’ve
stopped
me from
going round
the bend

Confidante

I wish
I could
tell you
everything

With
no
detail
spared

Perhaps
I would

If I
thought
you’d be
interested

If for a
second
I believed
you cared

Nice Try

Thank
you
for the
offer

But I
really
must
say no

There is
no need
for you
to listen

To any
more of
my tales
of woe

Optimism

If I
had
any
more

I’d
give
some
to you

But I
only
have
enough

To
get
myself
through

This
bullshit
they call
life

Utterly Helpless

I really wish
that I could do more

Like pick you up
from the bathroom floor

Hug you when
your heart is breaking

And give you comfort
when your bones are aching

But for as much as
your pain to me is known

This is a journey
you must walk alone