She could’ve taken me out
honestly, that’s alright with me.
So I’ll head off to the bar
kiss a friend goodbye, and
crawl away for the night, because
if there’s some gleam in my eye
that might’ve caught her own
it must be tricks of the light, so
we’re both better off alone.
I’ve wandered out & in to worlds
that’ll challenge my style, but
have never survived for more
than just a little while, ‘cos I’m
an overcome claustrophile.
He could’ve allowed me in
seriously, why not play with me?
So I’ll fall upon the block’s
expect a dropped blade, and
shed ‘sorry’s for the weight, because
each bitter breath I take
is of a better man’s air.
This body’s taking up space that
could’ve been yours, or theirs.
I’d walk continents for your love
while you’ll not give a mile.
I never asked for your judge-
ment, let alone a trial, yet I’m
your culpable claustrophile
horribly, that’s what’s wrong with me.
So I’ll stand in search of suns that
welcome warm their bronze, and
spread thin my shadow’s song, because
what little colour’s in me
is just a shade with no hue.
Although riddled by answers, I
lack a damn thing to prove.
I have to suck it up each day
like gulping down bile, and
it’s been feeling this way
since I was juvenile, ‘cos I’m
a cursed, chronic claustrophile