i don't care about what you can do
i care about what you can do for me

where are you going to be in five years from now?

five years into the future
with a brand new poem
an older body
and a younger
soul

i was a poet
until some threatened ******* told me not to write
i stopped being a poet and became a brilliant poet

fiction was a place that she went for comfort
until the weight of all that is untrue
crushed her ability
to lie

she made a mistake
the mistake was big
dad left mum in the bathtub
now dad is in the bin

she made a mistake
the mistake was big
dad told me that it was a secret
dad is always listening

i made a mistake
the mistake was big
i forgot to give dad his medicine
now his home is the bin

Hurt was the black of a soulless night
Healing was the white of a peaceful dove

He stabbed her heart with a metaphorical knife
She covered the wound with her husband's love

You told me that your home was your garden
Surrounded by God's beautiful nature
I told you that my home is the ocean
Surrounded by water that stretches on forever
We both came from homes of destruction
We both came from homes of pain
The most wonderful home that we ever knew was the one that we both made