It’s twenty past one in the morning
My eyes are weary and this body aches
I ache for a taste of your lavender
Purple mists in your eyes draw me
In like a busy little bee
Working tirelessly to please you
Like the good little thing I am

Please you I must because thats what
You told me I’m worth to you
Worth something is better than
Worth nothing when you’ve been thrown
Away into a dark place with no
Headlights to illuminate the black path
Ahead

Look forward. Look straight.
Straight as an arrow I must be
I cannot falter for I am too scared
To see the pavement meet my knees
That would mean I fell
You won't be there to pick me up

I’m there for you but you’re not there for me
I’ve always possessed patience but when
It comes to you, you have only possessed me
And you treat me like the things you possess
They have their use now and again

Please tell me why I’m up at thirty past
We sleep at once but not together
My bed is empty and yours is full of the secrets
You decide to hide from me
Why am I up at thirty one past? Because
These words are for you


Forget me. By forty past I will have forgotten you.