Spilling your heart out onto someone who won't care,
Contemplating all the love we shared.
Love?
Ha, it cannot be so,
A boy as book smart as you should know.
Was it ever love?
Or just you "above?"
Something inside me has already died,
And yet the pain can never subside.
You've unknowingly broken my heart in two,
Well at least I know the real you.
Your immaturity is never-ending,
But too much time I'm spending,
Dreaming unwanted dreams,
Though never as it seems,
Why did I ever say, "I love you,"
Figured I'm not the one for you.
You seem oblivious in everything you do,
You've hurt me deeply; black and blue.
Why do I still dream of you,
If only this feeling I could undo,
Because you make me more than depressed,
You think I'm impressed?
But I'm never going to hide my pain again,
After all, this is the end.
I'm free to excel in life,
Without the pain of a sharp knife,
Stabbing at my heart,
Thank God we're apart!
I'm at a place now where I can be free,
From all the pain you've caused me; all the misery.

New faces look through
glass, forlorn features pressed
against the panes figuring
out where this all came from.

Long gone lineage, here in this
hall, is now a pressed image
collected by a flower picker’s hand,
gloved to protect the rust and frozen
within two sheets of glass far taller than
any Yorkshire lass, here somewhere secret.

Old faces gaze at another frame
filled with someone else’s misery,
it’s pinned to another wall next to the
menu for the restaurant down the hall, first left on the second right.

Short queues form under hanging light bulbs,
it’s this month’s exhibition, the Pharaoh’s jewels,
on display all the way from the splayed deserts
of Egypt, but some given by a museum in Manchester
so it looks like there is more than there is.

Trigger finger 13 is hung
from his shoulders,
though not by hooks found in the butchers book,
but with pride and a sweating brow,
one that can survey the terrain with a quizzical eye,
analysing rustling in bushes only 3 clicks away.

Bible tattoos tattooed below the tribal
ones,
and a 13 on the finger used most
when they charge and come.