The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
Gathering stars

I go gathering stars at night
they remind me of people
I put them in my pocket
or if they're too big
I tie some string around them
and drag them across the sky

I keep them in a book - sorted by size
I keep them to look at
when everything is dark

Soon my collection will be complete
I'll take them all out in my back yard
place them on the ground
and wait for night to come
Can you imagine the sight
hundreds of rising stars filling the sky
like eyes in the night
taking their place above us again
free once more
VITAMINACID

Never been kissed
never been missed

Dead eyes and perfect skin
they shimmer before my eyes
outlines of human shapes
like a mirage

Cold in rain-soaked coffin
bitter bones left behind
painful memories gone
Slow Pain

The love, the love we feel
it is not real
but oh the pain, the pain I feel
so very real

She said she would die for me
as I died in her embrace
The lies she told
"as long as we're together
we will be alive"
gave me hope
I need her breath on my forehead
to know she sits beside me
as I expire

Oh the pain
so very real

Me
and you
and everybody
we know
it hurts us so
slow pain, slow pain
hurts us so

Two of Us

She says she isn't hurting
but I see the open wound
feel the pain of her past
I recognise the signs
I know them well

She insists it's nothing
as she shys away from my touch
she tells me again it's all right
but I don't believe her
feel like it's all wrong

She won't let me see her tears
but I know she cries when she's alone
needs me by her side
as I need her
but still I know
inevitably I'll let her down
become one of her scars
a reason why
just add to her distrust

Whatever I do it will never be enough
whatever I say it won't heal her
my love can never save us
in this cruel world
we are both scarred
we are both lost
The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
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