Round Three

A week on and I broke my vow
I’ve let you crawl back in somehow
It takes so little to make me happy
But right now I’m fucking snappy
They say some you win and some you lose
Well I guess round three has gone to you
But then that still leaves us seven left
And I’m still hopeful for a knockout yet


There’s a concrete wall
About halfway up my chest
Below it sits all
The words that don’t want to rest
They’re backing right up
Causing a major blockage
From “I want a pup”
To “my body is wreckage”
Words stagnate behind
That reinforced concrete wall


Thinking of you in the early hours
Of the morning
Remind me of when you first
Would call me
And your texts would keep
Me company
When insomnia killed sleep
I want to text you now
And tell you that I love you
But I know the time has past
For such expression
Even though it’s true
I’m trying to find equilibrium
A balanced state of being
But visions of you in my mind
Is all that I am seeing


When I am in your arms,
I want to stay there forever!
When I haven’t seen you for a while,
With no reply to my texting endeavours,
I want to push you away and leave.
But when the push comes from you,
I am completely lost, and
Unsure what to do.

Can I Be Me?

At what point does abnormal
Become sick and deranged?
I’ve never been normal
But again I have changed.
No values, no morals,
No inhibiting factor,
I rest on my laurels
But does that even matter?
If no one gets hurt
By the things that I do,
Do I need to exert
Restraint, or can I be true
To the me that I am?