clarity of thought,
wrought out of iron.
shackle me to my work and
my lover
i don't want another,
don't want to be a bother,

but my mind is so full
my skull's cracking.


and here i am,
lacking in what you'd call taste,
so much so
i've lost face
and all the
faith you had in me.


all i ever wanted to be was great.
great like alexander mcqueen,
finding things like you and me
so funny, because without that

i'll lose the space to feel the drive
run up my spine, through my blood and bone
and marrow, and mind, and soul.


you are all i ever want my love.