Be considerate of his feelings and stop talking to him
Okay I whisper looking ahead to the evening again the long wait to just go back to sleep again
By this point
You’re just not right
Good enough
Worthy
Should have been clear but it isn’t so I’m still standing here
But I wanted to be
I tell nobody.
I wanted to be good enough and right and worthy.
But the more you want the less you get
Regardless of need
I knew he’d fall over at the right wrong moment.
Get up soldier I’m not talking to you
Of course he can’t because he’s a toy and he probably wants his stand so I can pose him just right so he’ll be standing watch like all the other
Toys.
I could sit on the floor and make them talk to each other like I was four but I’d still be alone with no one to play with
The puppy starts crying and walks away.
There you are but you’re still wearing your hat I still can’t see your face.
He was cut in half by the killer the shining killer and watched by the ocean he faded away
Do you remember how that tore me apart and I cried for hours because I loved these
Creations like humans.
Do you remember the grudge
I still shy away
If I was really going to drink myself to death I’d be trying harder
You see?
I got your game.
I know the rules I know the way to play around your cruel tactics
Like if I loved myself I’d put myself out of my misery because nothing fucking helps and I numb it away but
Tell me
With a straight and honest face that you’d do any different in my place
This game you say
Stay alive
I don’t remember agreeing to play I remember like it was yesterday
The contract
Oh but I do remember I’m mortal
It’s my one saving grace.
Did I write I will stay alive?
I believe I also wrote that Joshua Ramsay always sings me up and that I loved him so much and I couldn’t believe I’d found him I couldn’t believe the strength of the line
It’s in the garbage pile now do you want to retrieve it for me I believe I scratched out most of the lines and tore them from my story when they weren’t real
Do you remember where the ticket was? I remember exactly where it was now it’s in pieces in the trash.
You dangled destiny in front of me and made me say thank you before it even happened.
You made me say thank you for the feeling of the possibilities
The hope that came out of me
Your twisted messages that I can only see and understand because I have all these pieces
Yes you three
And you ten
And you and you
I believe in you and I’ve seen what you can do but I don’t want to have to hear from you how I can’t do it or I’ll get stuck or that other thing
Forever living the day
I can find ways around it to ease the ache of losing the one person who made me feel okay and the loss of someone who was never and never wanted to and will never be mine.
I wish you’d left me to my fantasy.
The one where we meet at complete random and I say all the things and I give him the book and he looks at me and he loves it
Because then at least I would have been a positive influence on him not what I tried to be
Boisson au rhum.
Afterwards maybe I’ll put on my pirate hat again and ask why is the rum gone?
I always have my pirate hat.
Dear person whose name should not but I just did but it’s okay they’re all on your side anyway
I have no hopes or expectations
I have no demand for the same sound
You don’t have to keep turning out the same thing spun round
You have enough inside you that when you truly compose I hear the scenes you were writing I see the stories you told.
Present it with cow bell more cow bell and I wouldn’t care because it’d still be part of you
I could still pretend you’re there.
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