not a bad man, but damaged
not smug, but sorry
not lazy, but helpless
abused by everyone you’ve ever loved
until the best you can offer are broken promises
knives in backs
empty teardrops into the perpetual drink at your fingertips
I’m armed with excuses for you
it’s in the job description
this job I never asked for
a lifetime of defending you and nursing my own wounds
(I can only apologise for your behaviour)
(Fuck my genetics, I’ll never be like you)
I could tear my voice box to shreds
screaming at you to stop
but you’re underwater and I’m at the surface
years of pain are stones in your pockets
Any day now
I’ll lose you.
– anonymous
Photo courtesy of Michael Fenton