Always Missing you

I never came to make it precious
There’s a Sun in the sky
But I’m sleepy hollow headless

didn’t know what he rode his bike
Through Camden’ towns traffic so fast for
Until she opened the door.

That was thirty odd years ago
I walked for an hour and
You’re even buffer than yourTinder photo.

I add textures to the stories of my 
Ancestors. Sunlight and flowers
Growing out of corners

Maybe the sky was grey then too.
When I grow up I’ll make a life
Out of a sliver lining too.

who needs Sunshine when I’ve got 
you smiling.
Lines so earnest even Drake would
Decline them.

What if you could have blue blue Skys
For a whole whole year,
What if you could ask for something
And just like that, it’d appear.

lips thaw in a coffee shop.
Want know the Spanish word for buff
Only language I learned in London
Is the language of nods
Find safety in a nearby customers
Arsenal scarf.
In some ways a version of home
Is never too far.

That must’ve been morning
Two hours ago
We’re at your place now
I sit on your toilet, lid down
You putting on your make up
And I’m kinda eyeing up your curves as you lean on the sink
Yes I am a perv but trust I’m still listening. 

Order bare Thai food
And fill up on deep fried tofu
Thats just the starter
Gives us time 
Who hurts us what irks us
From Morrissey to exes
And S Dot Carter.
What I never got from coke bumps
Is found in your laughter

As my index finger one letter at a time 
writes words Into your thigh
Ross Sutherland talks about
The pain of death and the joy to life
That night his work has nothing on mine.

Is this what it’s like when doves cry?
You’re so buff it makes my dick shy.
Sit on my face/ all praise to the most high

And I’m so far from this moment now
But it’s so so clear
If I close my eyes
I can imagine you so so near.
What it if you could have blue, blue skies
For a whole, whole year.
what if you asked for something
And just like that, it’d appear.
And just like that
My mind gets off track
Washing dishes 
Writing disses after getting scolded
By the world’s hottest tap.
Hate this job but I need this dosh
And when I’m unemployed my drive just stops

Working on myself isn’t the same
As working for minimum wage
But it’s hard to be good to yourself
When yourself isn’t paid.

working two jobs
You go in opposing directions
twelve hour shifts for plane tickets
It breaks your heart to see me do it
But we’re heartbroken when separated

write a slice of life
Cos I can’t afford the whole pie.But that slice is sweet
I can’t lie 

Pre-emptive talks off the ledge
I was never lower than when the one three four
Would ride under suicide bridge

fingernails impose themselves on skin
If I keep my guard this low I’m bound to be
Touched on the chin.
In another element the Defence mechanisms turn into 
destructive patterns
Hard to be rid of the past when you’re a grown up
In the same parts you grew up in.

tell you I Love you and the fingernails 
Carve up my back
You can’t say you’re off if you’ve never
Been on-track.

That must’ve been the fourth day
You reciprocate as you ride me in the morning
Family having breakfast one room away.


Maybe the Sky was grey then too
Something something something 
Always missing you