Sledgehammers & Knitting Needles

You’ve got your knitting needles

and I’ve got my sledgehammer

you get judgmental

and I get a stammer

when I’m nervous

 

You’re just a bit of string

in my pocket keep appearing

you don’t want me but won’t let me

forget so I keep hearing

your name

to you it’s just another fucking wordgame

 

You’ve stitched up all the loose ends

unravelled all my self esteem

you’re nailing brass tacks in my coffin

I’m walking hammered down your street

I’m hammered

drinking to forget I’m fucking hammered

 

You’ve got your knitting needles and

I’ve got my sledgehammer

you still sleep alone

as if it never mattered, that first kiss

did you deconstruct that first kiss?

did you forget that first kiss?

 

The pattern of your words is tattered

let’s carve them instead out of stone

you’re building up your fortress walls

no windows look into your throne

you’ve got quotes on acetate sheets instead of windows

flimsy words instead of real soul

 

This incompleted letter that we started then never sent

a psychic hiccup interrupting

handwritten notes I self addressed

and enveloped

return to sender all these fucking envelopes

 

 

 

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