Too many bottles
Too many men
To forget you
Too much wine
Too much weed
To forget you
Why oh why
Won’t you leave
Me alone like
You did two
Fortnight before you
Haunt me us
Is that fair
You with strangers
And with me
With others that
Don’t mean anything
I write you
I always have
You said that
I make you
Sound better than
You are that’s
Because to me
You are shall
We accept that
And move on
Or be something
More different better
Not to each
Other but just
Only to ourselves
And yet you
Know that it’s
About our third
And that maybe
What hasn’t happened
Has before before
And that there
In that silence
Something new born
Idea: equal/good
And that began
All this called
Quiet re gentrification
Knock yourselves out!
The one thing
That I’m not
Is patient and
Yet you keep
Pressing right there
It’s painful yes
But who but
You could press
There and not
Hurt me I
Hate you for
This and yet
Understand that sometimes
Those that love
Us most know
Right where and
When to push
You can’t understand
Don’t expect to
Just know this
Sometimes in life
Life gives you
The one thing
You don’t need
And challenges you
Make it yours
That’s my Christmas
Wish to you
