Photo from Woodstockings.

Photo from Woodstockings.

When I close my eyes

Rocking backwards in the night

No hands are holding me

In the glow of the TV

Future is drunk and blurred

Darling can we have a word?

Know that I’ve been a child

The universe is never mild

It hurts to think about 

the simple times

The way we were

Though I have always 

kept you in my chest,

An introvert 

The road is never easy to be loved

You lose more than most

Who keep their fingers from 

tossing a throw

You’re scared and it shows

The road is never easy to be loved,

But when push comes to shove

I hold my brains bloody in my hands.