together,
we have built a craft
and it has set me free
even though i know my past

the trouble is,
i do not have the fuel in the tank
not to take me down straights
and corners so banked

trying to be yourself
it is never easy
trying to remain upright
and with balance

Gooseberry gooseberry odd one out babies on the way what is it all about and what can i say bars … More

what they say hurts
they swim on the surface
and with the pretence,
of something clockwork

loving you
is just another brick –
in the wall of my life

i lay down next to you
with an arm –
around your waist
i sleep so soundly

how truth is something,
you clumsily try to vault
how you blame me for things
that were never my fault

societies norms –
are often defined –
by the least, ‘normal’