you are a million stars trapped in one body
the embodiment of light and the glowing heart
of the sun
your eyes can tell a million lies whereas
your mouth can only one
that you could never love me,
and in one blink
the colours change from grey to golden
and all the love in your heart pours into
vivid eyes and wild smiles
all the love in the world has conquered you
because you make me a queen
with a crown made from the jewels of your soul,
you look at me with heavy, sad yet gleaming eyes
that tell a shining story of how you love me
and how your heart bursts into each and every rainbow
that overcomes my own gloom
each tear that falls from my face causes you a
heartbreak that you cannot fix
all the love in the world cannot save us
so when the blink ends
the world turns back into grey and you lie like
you were never golden.

with regard to those who believe time has let us down,
it is not our fault that we expected more in life than the
simple basic pay that we force ourselves to earn,
that only a minimal few get more than £4 an hour
and earn a million in a day
they take and they take and we give our all,
to a job that will eventually fire us, retire us and
dig our grave, all to provide ourselves
with a mortgage and a tax paying wage
that some of us can never afford,
and we **** ourselves because of debt and
we stare at our kids with resentment because
they’re
dream killers
but they’re a social norm, and if you don’t fit in
you don’t make it
social darwinism,
liberalism
conservatism,
socialists, Marxists, communists,
left wing advocates,
the ones the poor ‘take advantage’ of because
we believe people deserve the best chance in life,
and unless you’re incredibly lucky and
you’re born at the top
you are bred with that chance,
and the rest of us are at the bottom because
meritocracy
doesn’t
exist
it never will because those  
who believe they’re better,
the elite-born
who’re at the top come from the brightest schools,
the most expensive and they gave them
confidence and money
something we don’t own being in the northern region of a
divided country
and your prime minister killed our jobs and i find it funny that
people still vote for your two faced, pragmatic party
you haven’t been remotely interested in us since
Disraeli, but even he tried to help us selfishly
the working class,
the proletariat
is divided because of the lies you feed us
through the media,
you honestly think you’re superior
and you are
but you ignore poverty and you accept inequality
and society isn’t like a human body
because if it worked
this wouldn’t exist, this divided society that you
don’t even acknowledge because why would you
when you have enough money and power
and overall glory that you have been smothered in
your whole life whereas we have
seen what your policies achieve
and you try to buy us off with basic low wages and
give starving people benefits which take ages
to come through
and you don’t care when they die because
they weren’t employed,
didn’t belong in this capitalist economy,
which you gladly enjoy,
while we sit at the bottom in absolute despair,
that I don’t even know if we’re really aware
of the exploitation we are put through every single day
all to make enough money to pay
for the taxes you evade,
and i wish for the whole world there was something i could do,
because if i had any money,
i would share it with you.

we were born into a sky full of colour and stars

when grey would turn red, and
when lips would touch and people would kiss,
and it would cause heavenly earthquakes to stop and lightning to strike,
into the almighty home that we call earth.

we were born into a world of pure, honest and heavy love,

and now we grow up in a world of hate and ******,
where the stars mean nothing and the moon doesn’t shine,
when the world is on it’s knees and it’s begging you to stop,
we live our hell on earth now and our heaven is a myth,
because even the brightest colours can’t ****** the darkness
that we produced ourselves,
and when you kissed me just for the sake of it,
i felt the blood on your lips, as my heart tore you apart
and the world brought you down to the floor,
this is what you did to me
she screamed as she roared fire
through the colourless sky and cut your throat like you were nothing,
and that is all we are
when the earth and the end collided
so did we,
we watched the world burn in needful horror,
and we died silently, hand in hand and felt the fire that we had
created, consume us.

we fell back into the ground that killed us,
and we realised that when everything went black, silent and still,
the stars could never save us, and the colour could never intrude,
we born into this world of hate and ******,
and all the love we had ever felt, wasn’t even true.

sometimes, more than sometimes, but not as often as everyday,
i think about how those eyes you have consumed me,
the way their darkness was in complete contrast to the light you expelled,
and i think about how they would linger into my deep green eyes,
often that look was a wash of colour, but yet it was a pool of feeling,
i felt your love in that look, in those eyes, no matter how many times
they broke the colour so quickly that everything was bland, i felt it in the way
you would smile like your eyes were the ones that were hungry
and i wasn’t your prey, but i grew the light you would shine from, and
you grew the happiness i would have to bury, the tombstone that you carved broke into shards of colour all of which turned black when you cried yourself to sleep in the unholy grave that you made me dig.

your eyes repulse me,
so much they warp my soul
and i become ashamed,

i’m not afraid of you
i never was,
even when you pushed your knife into my organs,
like you pushed yourself
into me,
with force and pleasure and greed,

i was never afraid of you,
but you piled the shame on me
made me think it was my fault

but you loved me didn’t you?
and i didn’t feel the same but

your love

cost me my skin, my safety
and my life,

when i speak about it, i crumble,
because of the embarrassment that i
had anything to do with you,
that i even knew you
is enough to
corrupt me,

you are not a man, you are a shadow, you are a creep,
you are not relevant to the world,
but you wanted to be relevant to me

so stick ******* down my throat and call me a liar,
but baby you know this is the truth,
you will never break me.

It is society's fault
that the world is rotting,
that we are
rotten

when everything is gone
when everything that was
created so carefully and
sculpted so spectacularly
is taken,

blame yourself

everyday we take,
we gain and
we pride ourselves on greed

what we own is who we are

the amount of money we spend
on clothes and technology,
we could spend on food banks
and help stop poverty,

we take what we can
and we build on that beautiful world,
and the more we make, the more we ****,
and the harder it becomes to be somebody
who cares

she felt like the stars
weren’t real because for her
darkness was everywhere,
filtered into her thoughts
and congealed her soul,

the stars were like compliments
to a dark empty vast of nothing,

space shone inside her mind
and from her eyes she saw
the stars go out one by one.