The year I took myself to task Was the year that I thought to ask You if you would be my friend And the year of twenty one will never end But it’s filled with ennui Coz I lost what I gave for free And all the time you were with her I didn’t know that it stir As you wake up to believe More than wiping your eyes with your sleeve And I got committed to a mental equation Adding up how I might hate him But I can’t make it last or real As they try to make me not feel Anything at all, a deadening tome I thought you stood alone But there was wind in your hair I didn’t realise she was your air As I breathed in all I could take Til I’m the diamond you forsake Hidden in the rough and tumble But my facade starts to crumble As I let the truth sneak in Would I settle for just part of him?
Its not something about you
Its intrinsicality
And I am only now
Beginning to see
That the same is true
For my own dear self
Indeed if we are talking
Is there anybody else
It was nothing that you said
It was nothing that you did
It was just the simple light
The simple light that’s his
That shines from every eye
From each and every pair
A subtle reminder
Of something that is there
But when I look in the mirror
All vacant and numb
Losing the looks
I never had when I was young
I see nothing but peace
Papered over with skin
Its nothing about me
Its just that I am him
The Poetry Book 