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I tell my therapist I think I am incapable of love
At least not with someone who will love me back
And maybe I learned it from my mother
Or the father who couldn’t love me even if he wanted to
And I don’t blame you
Watching you is like watching the stars,
Wandering like a dove freely with purpose,
Perhaps it would be fun to visit mars.
Watching you is like watching the stars,
Wandering like a dove freely with purpose,
Perhaps it would be fun to visit mars.
Waking,
Brushing,
Combing,
Walking,
Rushing,
Running,
Breathing,
Working,
Sweating,
Eating,
Swimming,
Breathing,
Writing,
Reading,
Laughing,
As I sit on the dusty dugout bench,
I already know what it means.
The varsity coach approaches me
trying his hardest to avoid eye contact
but I already know what hes going to say.
Rock means nothing anymore,
every artist a corperate whore.
The gig is fucking twenty quid,
policed by bullies in high viz.
Organisers think its grand,
snatching money from your hand.
Hypocriticals if we say we love, yet spill our bloods behind each other.
She said she is your best friend
Yet she stabs you in the back.
This kind is the Story for The Gods
Looking back I always find you
With no dreams left behind
In my thoughts you are buried
You I find..............................
With love and kindness you're filled
Your heart fashioned within
I forgot but now I remember
Little things when I said never
Faded thoughts slipped away and in nothing I lay
Scream and shout, I whisper
Punch and destroy, I wither
Take me home I beg
Dear Anthony,
I'd like to set aside order for a moment
And what's inadvertently thought of as important
To spill my heart on a palette
With words left uncalloused
Waiting to engrave
