Creep

Permanent and so static
A violin without chin rest
You squeal to me it will never become g major
And I say 'I fucking love you'
Is this a test?

And we stare, at each other
Round 2;
who loses can not change nor teach our brother
dissipating the views I want as a potential father
and you the perfect mother

It can't last as we are so full of something,
stinking of smite it spells spite
and we are a mockery of pre tense whine and cry the odd lament
the perfect fucking couple in mind

The force is fucking ricochet and the purity is clench
The better part of you I hate and I know you love suspense

The language has no soft tone
As the words are fucking brash
We neither laugh fucking drunk
Or when we share our hash

This is all brand new now - and I know I'm half contrite  l am the fucking bullshit you decided, when you decided I'm your man

Alight?

Remember the memories and
Try to find our common bond
That we felt strong
That which we sucked in, it pushed out, flirted, argued, danced about,
This pose, our gaze, the mysterious wonderment that would graze the bed for days
This time, your grace, them things we muttered drunk and fucked up, I remember as you repeated it, your phrase.

'Oh God!'