I know you better than anyone
I'm sure she'd say that too,
"His eyes are like a clear sky blue,
and he wears a size ten shoe."
And although she might be right,
It barely scratches the surface,
because I bet she never noticed your eyes
when you were sad or nervous.
How you struggle to keep them still,
and they sparkle a bit more brightly.
How your pupils get really small,
and you blink them a bit more rapidly.
"But he's got really long eyelashes,"
but I bet she doesn't know
you have a problem pulling them out
but won't wish on them and blow.
Cause your old habits die hard,
and you've done it since you were small.
And you have a really hard time with change,
and hate to let things go.
Like when you crack your neck
A hundred times a day
And I bet she never noticed
The five moles on
one side of your face.
"He's really into music,"
but I bet she doesn't know
the stories behind your favourite songs,
or most of your dad's go-to's.
Or how you prefer the melody
to the words the artists wrote,
or how music has helped you,
more than anything the most.
how music lifts you up,
how it's been your strongest hope.
How younger, you tried to learn guitar,
But doubted you could play
And now the same guitar's upstairs,
at your nan and grandad's place.
"He's been through a lot"
but she didn't see you at your worst
when you were;
sixteen
seventeen
eighteen
nineteen
twenty
cause I witnessed all your outbursts first.
sat there with you whilst I wiped your tears
and listened to every single fear.
We'd take long walks,
just to clear your head,
and spend whole days,
laughing in your bed.
When days felt too much,
you wanted to hide,
but only with me right by your side.
And on those days
Where you didn't feel your best
Like when you had to lay your first puppy to rest.
You'd lay in my lap,
Your head on my chest
And suddenly you wouldn't feel as depressed.
But she also didn't see you
when you were at your best
Getting your first car
or passing your driver's test.
your first proper job
or playing Sunday five-a-side.
And even though those Sundays,
were really fucking cold.
I still loved to watch you play
Even with the lack of goals.
I know you better than anyone,
I think I've proved that true.
But I guess I didn't know you well enough
Because I didn't know you'd hurt me too.
- O.R.W
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LIE IN MY EULOGY
Poetry"Lie in my eulogy" is a journey through the unfiltered realities of trauma and struggle. In each verse, this collection lays bare the raw emotions tied to mental health, heartbreak, and abuse. Each poem captures the weight of unspoken pain, heavy he...
