Behind the sofa

I'm not counting numbers,
collecting the pieces that work,
I intend to leave it all broken on this floor
- the cascade of my time with you.

I'll only try to leave my name imprinted in your head.

The lack of Serotonin in my body is actually hurting
like chopping onion
or eating a chilli covered in paprika just for the thrill
even if I know it's just the time of year.

I'm not going to try to be clever
or creative or fanciful,
by now you already know how smart I am
or there lack of - opinions differ
so I'm told.

I'll leave my name scratched on the walls

You've been a stage, I've been a show
between the stands
between the great acts that leave you quivering,
shaken to the core
I'm little more than a penny-dreadful
and that's a kind brush when the days
go on
and on
and on.
These are the insecure days
when I won't run but I will hide.