and i’m sorry
for being so critical.
i’m sorry
for wishing you were
someone else.
i’m sorry
for not treating you
with the care
you deserve.

i realise now,
you’re perfect,
just the way you are.

and i promise
to love you better.

- to the girl in the mirror
          - ruled by mercury

November has come and I am breathing in loneliness
the leaves have not yet had time to fall from the trees
and each day the sun’s rays fade a little sooner
all the passers-by disappeared into the shadows of memories.

i am five years old
daddy’s girl, waiting to be tucked in
as he does so, he says get some sleep
he’ll be here in the morning

its the morning, he’s there
we go out, but soon we have to leave
he says he’s sorry, he has to work
but he’ll make it up to me

i am ten years old
on the couch waiting to be picked up
im going out with my dad
he says he’ll be here soon

it’s been two hours, he won’t make it
he has to work
he said he’ll make it up to me
so i don’t worry

i am fifteen years old
i haven’t heard from my dad in years
he didn’t say he had to work
he did not make it up to me

i am no longer daddy’s girl
i am not waiting to be tucked in
i am not waiting on the couch
i am not waiting for a response

The rich narcissistic aunt visited today . Dominated the conversation so no one could speak . Ate up all the candy she brought over and then stood up to leave . Then she noticed me hiding behind the chair and in a demanding tone she asked me "What are you going to grow up to be boy ?"
I emerged from behind the chair and said ,

"Disappointed !"

You had it all right in your mind
It'd bin bouncing round there awhile
You couldnt say it to or at anyone at the time
Cos by the ale you was somewhat beguiled

The quips you remember
The laughs that you got
The chances not taken
Not taken a lot

The cold wind you remember
On a beach so remote
Smashed any chance
Of getting my vote
On my selective
Amnesia

Just hang on a minute
While I choose to emote
The thing that foments us
Ain't the thing what makes us vote.