I hate the way we pretend
Not to see each other
In the same room
Sweating and looming
I hate the D and the I
Before the stance
Between us
Drive me insane
The new dance, we swing
Our broken wing
Please bring me back down
From this rooftop of shame
Scaling the edges, tip toeing
Around every corner of my city
Hoping for a glance
In the kill zone, tranced
Waiting for you to hide
Behind your green shades
Dismayed, in the recent messages
You send my way
In broken bottles
So bleached out and blanched
Like they could have fallen from
Some robotic branch
A fortune cookie time machine
“Hoping that I am surrounded
By people that love and care for me”
Well who the hell else would you hope
For, some soft bitten scorn
Wild boar pack of whores
A truck-load of enemies
Seems somehow now
Were frenemies, and it hurts
So bad, even when I stare into your
Eyes and you just see right
Through me, acting like
You didn’t see, or even worse
You do and just follow course
But then sometimes, you come back
Up for air, my little girl inside
Is there, and you reach for me
Her voice is back, and she stands
There, waiting for me to take her hand
And like the drug addict I am
I do and I stand, in a black suit
Your loyal man, please ma’am
Your taking too long this time dear
The times that I need you here
They’re just too far and few in between
Missing your face on my spleen
All I need is just one touch, magical
And I can’t remember the dark clouded
Forest, that lies behind my hazel eyes
When you’re not around
And every corner I bend it’s not you
Every smile I receive is missing
You in three’s, that forest that’s
Burned out of green trees
Dry and barren in the dark
The creatures on the ground scurry
In the park and steal and throb
And it’s hard to just try and sob
And make some kind of healthy
Boundary between the past
And the present
Fallen King to a Peasant
Now I stand outside our city
Walls I once owned
The key and the gate
The whole throne the estate
You once gave me all
Your kisses and soft words
Hands, heart and heels
Now scraping crumbs
Of your attention is today’s meal
And I wait still
Outside these city gates
In linen pants and a wool shirt
Rusting shovel in the dry dirt
Waiting for you to take this hurt
And make it disappear
Like whispers in my ears
I just can’t feel you anymore
This six months to the day
The rain came
And the little girl
Came my way
Still waiting for you
My love to come home
Staring out the window again
Resting between sets
Getting lost in the sweats
And the music
Watching you across the room
We both share
Remembering the very
First time I ever saw you there
And I wondered, what it would
Be like to be your man
