The 22-Year-Old Male Who Writes Lyrical Poetry: 'The Jury Might Judge'
The Jury Might Judge
How did we get ourselves here this time?
Because our hearts dance,
When we collide.
We get so close,
We breathe in time.
We could breathe the same air.
Get so close,
Do you feel me here?
We know we shouldn’t,
And we know it’s forbidden,
But something pulls me in,
A little bit deeper.
Cut this tension,
Or all ties,
Because I can’t decide,
In this state of mind.
Take this knife,
Straight from my back, for you –
Make me come alive!
But then put it back in,
So I can take a hint.
Cut it off!
Are you saying goodbye?
We cover our lives in separate ways,
And it makes me sick.
And now I’m sick.
Too many times before have I gone this way,
And I don’t know to which one either leads.
In this courtroom I call hell,
I solemnly swear to stop this writing about myself (my-cell-f)
Tonight the stars won’t talk to me…..
So let’s drink the fucking night away,
This bottle won’t catch up with me.
These masks are for me to judge,
But will this jury of mine sue me?
And one day we can laugh about that time,
I nearly tore your life in two.
For you – for me,
And now the judge will see the jury.
Written between 10/06/2015 & 19/06/2015, 06/07/2015 & 08/07/2015