Novocaine is needed for this pain,
It's really been affecting my brain.
Now and then I think that maybe,
it's for the best baby.
But most of the time it's a wall,
a hard, cold brick wall constantly reminding me that I love you most of all.
Stolen Computers from office buildings and Nails in Floors,
You tell me your stories of knocking on unknown doors.
Every time you were allowed to see me you asked:
'Do I need to beat up anyone for you today?'
At four, six, eight years, I hadn't yet encountered a bully worthy of being beaten up by you.
I still haven't.
But, when mum told me that you had seen her as one of these bullies, it really ****** me up.
It's all your fault that I'm completely and utterly broken.
Emotionally, I'm the latest Apple Mac.
And until now, anyone leaving me would be inevitable and I would prepare so far beforehand that I initiate the departure, I was the one to break the glass against the ship six months before it's manufacture.
For Dad x
Deine Augen sind wie Sterne,
und, du hast das Lächeln
auf die G ö t t e r!
Ich Hoffe, das mein Gedicht ist ein bisschen weniger Schwul in Deutsch verfasst.
Aber ich fürchte ich habe es noch schlimmer gemacht..
We tread the dark golf course together,
Searching for trees to suit our needs.
Me, still in my school skirt.
You, in your puffy tartan coat.
You climb the criss-cross branches,
as I stand and watch.
We're still like this,
but this mess of branches have become whatever life has thrown at you and all I can do
Shed your skin
Let everything in
This can't go,
It won't go
If you can't slip away from this skin.
The only deadly snake in Britain is the python but, it seems that there are plenty of snakes,
of the deadly kind,
inside your mind.
And, any sane snake scholar would tell you that a snake's fang is where it's venom is kept but, I'm not a snake scholar..
I say the deadliest part is it's skin.
The skin must be shed, to
let everything go.
I have one wish left
Have you never seen Aladdin?
The genie leaves after all
I don't believe in God, I don't believe in a higher power, I don't even believe in fate.
you make me doubt all my scepticism.
I truly believe you are an angel. You sing and open my ****** up ears to the smallest vibration, the slightest touch of yours makes my skin glow, and your entire angelic demeanour is enough to make my month.
I think that I, without the angel wings you have, am falling so frighteningly hard for you that I'll need a divine miracle to get over you.