Is loving better than ******?
Yes, so good for the endorphins,
As into golden years we're a'morphing,
So, better than ****** is our loving,
My hair and skin are a'glowing,
Through the window you are going,
Any loving is good loving,
As my olden age is greying,
To my lover I'm imagining,
You are in my brain's imagination,
For guaranteed satisfaction,
So, is this good for the endorphins?
Yes, loving is better than ******!

She was here.
She told me how she'd always love me.
It was clear
I was the man in her life.
Why didn't she stay?

I opened up my heart to sorrow,
Not knowing there was no tomorrow.

She was gone
Before I knew.
It hit me hard,
Knocked out my lights,
Quicker than a heartbeat,
Faster than the speed of a lie.

She was here.
I knew she'd have my back always.
It was clear
I would always have her back.
Then, she went away.

She left no way for me to follow.
It happened fast - bitter pill to swallow.

She was gone
Before I knew.
It hit me hard,
Knocked out my lights,
Quicker than a heartbeat,
Faster than the speed of a lie.

It would be better,
If I could only say she had been untrue,
But at the time, I don't even think she knew,
That standing beside me was the one thing she could never do.

All at once my heart was hallow,
Echos of love, my heart is fallow.

She was gone
Before I knew.
It hit me hard,
Knocked out my lights,
Quicker than a heartbeat,
Faster than the speed of a lie.

She loves me more than I can ever love myself

I carry my mother’s words like a prayer
I memorise them like a mantra
Because when people don’t speak words do
her Words are thicker than water

So you want to use me?
So you want to see where is the edge?
Your aim isn't to light gas on fire so
much as find the flashpoint
definitively so when you come back
you'll be in that safety zone, the
one where you retain full control
over each crease and fold
But each moment to unwind
my eyes roll up, tune out, my
memories display corporeal
because it's my distinct disorder
I live in fear of the guilt
my only reprieve found in glass
containing first liquid and plant
consumed into ash and emptiness
that grants me passage to escape
to pen and paper may in the
end, only leave me mindful

I'm not the money tree grown
on the coastal
cliffside, nor the home
you've been dreaming up
worlds away from here
-- Gone
When I know I am
-- Gone
Worlds away from here
-- Gone
What will I do
-- With my new papers
With so much freedom?
Free from shackles and
collar

I wasn't born for you,
born from you

I want to feel like I matter to someone
To feel like I'm worth someone's time
I'm the guy who always wants someone
But is unwanted by that person
They say if you want something hard
You will get it
There is nothing I want more than her
They say if you work hard for something
You'll have it
I've tried so hard, there's nothing more I can do
Should I settle just so I'm not alone
Because I know I won't feel the same for someone else

I woke up in the middle of the night,
and realized that I am more free than I have ever been in my life.

Yet,
All I want to do
is show up on your doorstep--
perhaps in one of those rainstorms you love so much better than me--
and beg you to strip the gold leaf from the bars,
because this cage I’ve built of one-way fantasies
is still better than sleeping alone,
and the gilding is all I have to offer
that could possibly compare with the brilliance of her sun.

I'm not saying that I'm not capable of it.
I'm just saying;
I'm not meant for it.