“You deserve love”
but just not with me.
“You are the best and I want the best for you”
just you’re not good enough for me.
“I love you so much”
as a friend.
*Smirks*
With a menacing look in his eye;
*looks away*
it’s an inside joke.
Dear Shrink,
“You deserve love”
but just not with me.
“You are the best and I want the best for you”
just you’re not good enough for me.
“I love you so much”
as a friend.
*Smirks*
With a menacing look in his eye;
*looks away*
it’s an inside joke.
A world without wisdom,
Kings dressed as jests.
Listen and learn
Perfect perspective is
an illusion.
To the man sleeping rough tonight,
down on your luck?
A broken system; a lost moral compass.
Grey, dark and cloudy;
drops in uniform.
Splashing to the floor
like confetti. Sprinkling
their patriotism.
From the mountain
beautiful bows hide the screams
of crashing drops.
I trip and fall down stream,
imaginary splashes and screams.
If only I could float
above the words of my enemies and
those of myself.
I crave love and to be loved.
There’s no one special enough,
but I would take anyone.
Slip and slide with me,
downstream we go.
I don’t have friends I talk to about it anymore,
because they would just judge.
I don’t talk about the other thing either,
I should probably go back to therapy but
that just made me feel sad and…
I’ll sort me soon. Give me a while!
A long while.
A pup born blind,
in the pursuit of sight
blinding others.
Runts never survive
unless they are cunning.
A bird on the rise,
A misflap and the one surety
is demise.
The best gift I ever…
it’s an excuse, a perfect
reason, one to make your
blood boil. Ideal.
Lying still in the silence,
I’m mad, not at you but at it all.
The best gift I ever…,
lying still in the silence,
I think I’ll cut my wrist
but then the homophobes win.
The best gift I ever…
Over the hill in the morning,
the sun rises, glowing, shining.
Eyes wide, the rabbits run the fields,
while the badgers run to hid.
Foxes shy as they are,
keep to the hedges until they reach their den.
Squealing pups guard the door.
Pen to paper,
I’ve no words to say.
I’ve but one thought;
do I self-gratify
to avoid a lover’s hand?
It’s been months.
I prefer my own touch;
I trust my hand.
I’m not interested in you,
but I’ll reply, because attention.
I convince myself I love you,
and say it too, because attention.
I’ll kiss you tonight, and maybe
more, and it’s all because attention.
If left alone my mind would wonder
down old familiar roads. Maybe
I’ll draw the knife down stream
as my demons and dreams instruct.
So for now, although it’s wrong,
I’ll swim in the attention because…