the dark haired woman,
is there
playing cards
with her eastern stare

i need to look after myself
no one seems to realise
that i am on a roller coaster
you just see me, ‘coping’

there is an echo to your smile
but your life,
has building blocks
which have fallen down

i struggled as a child
and i found quickly,
that words hit home
so try and take it away

i know that –
we were –
always one second –
from goodbye

they have watched me
become hopelessly devoted
and become quite erratic
but they do not set me at ease

for someone i am so close to
i actually know so little,
for someone i love dearly

do you remember the attack ?
when my belief was smashed
and childhood was put on the rack

i have tried to run a marathon
with my laces tied
i have tried to laugh
when i should have cried

i wish you had not left
and i wish you had stayed
but in amongst the mess
the one that i have made