braille

i could talk
until i am blue in my face
to tell you what i feel.
but now i can be sure
that you let me speak out.
you have no other choice.

i am determined
that we have grown apart.
i think it would be best
to get things straight between us.

do you really think i feel bloody good?
do you think it leaves me cold
to have a substantial breakfast
of insults
every morning?
just like the last judgement.

one day you’ll see
that i’m more than just
foam and no beer
or
just some useless snape.

who do you think you are?
you tap my reserves,
bring me to my maximum load.

i have a loathing of you
drumming into me
that i am
a whore of feelings,
a brite
an animal.

the black sheep of the family.

I don’t want to go far afield.
I surely don’t.
I am a tellate,
a deceptive packaging,
capricious and
ruthless.
But I am
dying for every minute,
second
every single moment
I spend with you.
But you,
you swallow me,
put me in chains
squeeze out all my breath,
furnish my life.
For heaven’s sake,



yes.

i let it happen

but i know

that i’m insincere

i happen to know

that i’m insincere 

but i know

i let it happen

give me my childhood back.

please,
don’t tell me that
you know me