All In a Day

Excuse me but I have to ask, I may not always love you, Just a coffee please, thanks very much, It’s not always good news you know, What’s that band I like? I’m sitting here beside five identities, each spouting words across a table. I dreamt that I wrote a sonnet for you, ten beats too many, any less too few. Your words are like pearls draped around my neck, but I tied them too tight and now I can’t even scream. are you only here because you want something? but you know I’ll always be truthful, and can I get a broadsheet with that? i’ve been seeing this doctor for months now and, you know, that ‘bulletproof’ song they did, On our first night together you asked me to give you my body. My skin trembled with images of the past, and tears sweated across my face. If I had a single promise from you I’d get up, but I’ve been so confused. Sleeping only leads me into dreams of you but being awake makes me weep. i’m not sure if I can trust you anymore. you can always count on me for anything. oh, no, no chocolate on the top, thank you. i’ve been put on a course of anti depressants. Radiohead! If I spoke to these ‘others’ would they care that I tried to kill myself? The world is forever wrapped up in itself and I’m a drowning island, as yet uncharted.