Monday, November 28, 2011

And there's nothing wrong with me loving you

You make me feel like loving you is wrong.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

When you tell me you love me
the sky falls down
and I stop living
for a little while.

Feed The Cat

Feed the cat
Feed the cat
Why doesn't someone
Feed the cat

Her cries
Her pains
She does insist

Her determined eyes
I can't resist

She hangs
She lingers
Again
Again

A shark
A frenzy
No restrain

Her piercing 
Her longing
My spirit
A hole

She takes my love
I fill her bowl

Her love 
Eats through
Digs at my heart

I want her
I need her
No depart

The essence 
Of love
She mimics 
Repeats

She will leave me
Unless she eats
And eats
And eats

And eats again

This shallow
Old beauty 
My only friend.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

I Was Happy With My Time

Time
where did you go?
I wanted you so, so
much.
Time
we were happy
weren't we happy?
Tell me we were happy
I thought we were happy
but you weren't
and now you've moved on
Time
and I miss you
but nothing will ever be the same
again.

Friday, November 11, 2011

I'm not your girl
I'm not made for you
I'm the whore you always wanted
and never wanted
I'm that perfect thing
that never works.

This Happiness Is Uncertain.

The light has changed.
It's changed the mood.
Again.
It reminds me of a time.
It's removed me from my home.
It's as through the walls are asking me to leave.
The floors are telling me to go.
This place.
It has no need for me.
I don't know when I changed.
I don't know when it all changed.
Everything works out in the end.
I spose.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

All your feelings look the same.

Personal Jesus

I wanted a personal Jesus
but no one ever cared
I wanted a hand to hold
but no one ever dared

And when I asked if they would die
to save me from myself
they looked quite sad
like I was mad
and asked about my health.

A personal Jesus would be nice
I'd have so much wine to drink
and if I ever hurt myself
they'd heal it pretty quick.

My very own Jesus
shipping free
delivered to my door
my parties would go down a treat
I'd never be a bore.

I'd keep my Jesus in a room
shut off from pain and lies
and if I ever did any wrong
they'd have themselves crucified

so I'd never have to suffer
for all the wrong I've done
and if they died so I could live
I'd get another one.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

I don't feel close to you.