The Me I have been creating is for Another.
Though I came to realize it long ago...
2am in the back of the car
Windows down, we’ve not made it very far...
A deafening sound of deep dark silence,
Washes over his damaged soul...
Blackened waves dance turbulently
as I float upon their surface...
Green eyes
Darkly rimmed, mixed with molten amber gold...
The father asked for a cliche
He moulded us in this way...
Lonely nights shrouded by misery and fear,
Moon fades slowly as the stars disappear...
How does it feel to be loved?
When you’re always being shoved...
I used to think it was cute
The way you’d beg and pout...
Do they remember,
our promises back then...
“They have bigger sandwiches
here, the size of my arm. They respect...
To have such little
control over...