I hope you're all cut up,
seeing the red between
the lines. I hope you're
seeing me when you fake
it with her. I hope you're seeing
my reds on her whites. I
hope you **** her up just like
the last one. I hope you ****
her up, just like me.

I hope you're all cut up,
just reading this.

It's like candle wax on a birthday cake;
a big, hard stone in your throat.
Like the amounting frustration
crushed up in a child's fists
when mummy says 'no'.
It's knowing there's an enemy
in a friend; a monster
under your bed.

I met him once,
under a hazy night
that leaked gasoline.
He looked like light,
but he was fire.

If I called you Roman,
Would you be an empire?

I bet you never noticed
Before. Isn't it obvious now,
Take a look, it's not
Going anywhere. Take
A look, it'll burn cracks
Into your irises.

This has all become
A string of missed calls,
Torn envelopes, cast aside
Gossip, mouth to mouth
Stage whispers that never
Meet their ends. This has
All collapsed.