Well, I've been away for a while because I fell for lies again.
The problem with them is they're such a temporary safety net but I suppose by now I should be used to transience.
I spent the night playing the two of you over in my head. And I watched you like a video I knew I should turn off but curiosity got the better of me this time.
At least it gave me answers; I can see now why you fell for her. With her lines and her curves and the curl of her hair, well she looks like something only the finest artist could have designed.
How can I compare to that? I have books and I have stories to tell but that’s not going to win the competition, is it?
I don't think you can touch me anymore because I'm not really there, at least not the bit that matters.
You stole my stomach and my heart and I suppose you're hanging it on your wall and calling it art these days. I don't want them back, you're welcome to them.
I wish I could say I don't care who was me before or after, but it's getting worse now.
And days don't seem to come or go, they just hang round like the taste you left in my mouth.
Five years is a lifetime away and I am not convinced I can live this way for that long. Pour me a mug of coffee and I'll get going, I'll start trying but I'm not making any promises.
I think sometimes the only path is the one you have to take by yourself.
