I didn't know I consumed enough water to produce this many tears

I define myself by Absence

He left,
He forgot.
She left,
She doesn't care.

They all just leave

So here where are standing
Acting like the adults do
But we are the mere fragments that give them drive
Here we are trying to fill shoes that are already filled
Here we are trying to pick up the pieces but constantly failing
Here we are trying to tie up little laces of small children's shoes
Here we are trying to make a homely environment
Here we are nagging and moaning
Here we are ordering others to do
their chores

Here we are trying to play you

They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day.

They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing.
Of being real.
Of having flaws.
Of breaking and deteriorating.

Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.

The things you’ve lost are still perfect in your head.
They never rusted.
They never broke.
So they must never suffer the indignity of still existing.

This wandering invigorates my being, my purpose, my existence. I never have a destination. I just wander.

eject eject
there's no backspace
where is delete

whats done has been done
now hes crying at her feet

lifeless they lay
only he is to blame

if only she listened
but instead her eyes  glisten
to the sound of only his name
but witjout knowing he was insane

an easy fix
itll just take some time

you chose his company over mine


and now look what youve done
yet its only begun

see i saw this  mum
i could see this coming
you stopped and stayed but i kept on running


we've been to a place not as bad as this before
yet its like we've just gone into a second round of war

we know what its like when they lay a hand
so why would you go back are you crazy or just sad

would you not rather be alone
then to die at his throne


today isnt the day but
tomrrow could be the one

have you not thought this through?
how this effecs me and you

and lets not forget bout my sister
she thnks shes being raised by a minister

but al i see is a wolf in sheepskin
his patenice with her is wewaing  rather thin

see its only a matter of time
mum you cant hit rewind

but can hit her and caus he already hits you

your a lost cause
we're all holding the applause

just let her go you know shell be safer
becuase   she is destined for a life  so much greater

Each day a timely etching into my facade every single day. You don't like when there isn't one.

"I probably wouldn't go out with you if you didn't do that"

Clothed in things  you like more than I, having to look a certain way

"I probably wouldn't go out with you if you didn't do that"

******* propped up like monuments

"I probably wouldn't go out with you if you didn't do that"

I ask you what you like, what you want
  
Yet you're never happy  

You ask me what I want and I reply nothing
Because I accept all of you  and have grown so accustomed to it all

I see no flaws in you

Yet with I that's all you see
Flaws
Things to fix
Things to change
Things to mould

You're not a poet
you didnt go for that bachelor in english
you don't know shakespeare or jane austin or william blake
you know you're just a phony a fake

Oh dear But let me tell you
my spoken word may not move mountains or lakes
but it lets me bleed without bleeding
it lets me cry while
stops me  and  maybe others from wanting to die
it erupts from my lungs , bursting  at the seams
it makes the hairs on strangers necks and forearms salute my words


no piece of paper can validate the words that i speak
for my words dont come from books
i speak from the pits of life you speak from remixes of your of english classics

we both can speak , we both can talk
But only one of us has come back from the walk