.     what was the first line you let him
                              cross?
                  what was the last?
         when exactly did you decide  
            to lose yourself to him?
     when did you start to lose respect  
                       for yourself?
         when did it finally come back?
                            has it?
           why do you still miss him
        when you have someone new,    
                     someone kind    

       why was he the first person you    
                       wanted to call
            when your grandmother
           was sent  to the hospital?
         why is every ******* thing
                          you write
                centered around him?
             when did you become so    
             disgustingly emotional?
                        shake it off
                          grow up.

is this a mill, or is it a shop,
is it both, when did the looms stop?

twenty years now sir, yet you can see some
working elsewhere.

shall i write it down, all the pattern,
and most of the history? it has different fibres,
yet mainly wool in it.

these are made in yorkshire, the bags are italian,
yet i am from wales, an immigrant they say, yet we
are all from another place originally.

we came from the sea.

so let us move things about.

cloth by cloth.

sbm.

He said: step out of your comfort zone
She said: fill out this questionaire
They said: get some help
We made up your mind, and you're not coping

The white dragon stares at me
mercyless, asking the next question
I could take your life, but I want to take the hard stuff
I want what you could never give

The white dragon
holds me with his eyes
forces me to dig around my soul
but the truth,

he'll never get