When you get what you want, but not what you need.
Let’s just close our eyes and go back to the start, where heaven
was our only company.
Now left feeling torn, trashed and tarnished.
Occasionally things just don’t flow, don’t click, don’t gel
whatever way it’s labelled, it still stings.
I have issues; one of them is confidence in people. I cannot
bare the idea of something I love being stolen, perhaps a lingering consequence
of my harrowing past.
I shouted things I shouldn’t have said, the haunting pain he
shouldn’t have had to deal.
Put it down to timing, age, influence, past…He really is splendid,
he is incredible, and I know that beneath all my passionate distortion I am a
decent human being too.
We should have been so happy; we deserved to feel the love,
the warmth that even our toes would curl to.
Fate knew otherwise.
All I can do is hope that god still smiles upon the fragmented,
and that I will become whole again. Allow him to shine, please allow him all of
life’s splendour.
So if you love me, won’t
you let me go?
