You look good
(But you don't look great)
How have I been keeping
(I'm preoccupied)
Caught up in lesser things
(Feeling overwhelmed)
Starting a whole new story
(And you've stayed perfect)

I'm sure that you've been well
(And writing a whole new life)
How are your mum and dad?
(What about that brother?)
Will you go back to England?
(Will you go to Rome?)

I know that you'll choose wisely
(I hope you die alone)
Will you make it home alright?
(I want you to disappear)
I'll hope to see you soon
(Please won't you fade away?)

So I guess this is bye
(For the very last time)
Have a brilliant night
(And get out of my life)
Goodbye
(Goodbye.)

Love is patient, love is kind.
Love is to lose your mind.
Sometimes dwindling in its trust,
sometimes overcome with lust.
Love is clever, love is lost,
will the perfect love still pay a cost?
Love has given me warmth, has held my soul,
love has left me with a hole.
In my heart.

And love is indifferent,
because I would do it all over again and again,
for love.

it might've meant more
if any of the words we used
had actually been ours
though I guess that explains
why when you left
and I looked to see if my heart was okay
there was just an empty space
the veins ******* in MLA-formatted knots
like citations
for all your stolen speeches

Grandad Cat
curls his tail
and wants to tell a tale
to his GrandKits Cats
He claws them before him
and he meows a catchy tune
that he shall
tell them a tale

But little Toby
he purrs:
*No, Grand – you're such a bad story-teller
cos you only have
one tale