You don’t have to yell at me so loud
I’m trying my hardest to have a good time and crack a smile
But in the midst of this murder of scavengers
The type that pick apart the scraps of poor lost lambs
Who have lost the sparkle in their eyes
I see you spread out in the back like a cramp
I wish I could obey the green lights at the racetrack
But I can’t find the heart to reach out and take it
Oh and you make your disappointment in my discomfort known
~If I had a penny for every time I am under criticism
Cos’ I refused to fall in line for the male stereotype
I’d of brought the taxi home to save you the embarrassment
I wish I could tear your focus away from your phone screen
Trying to gather the scraps of a good night out
I just want to happen upon the magic words
To cast merriment upon your comotose gaze
And reprogram the vibe that’s caught the night
Run your hair inbewteen my fingers
And plant the sweetest embrace
But you’ve lost your paitence along the way
You just want to sink into the seats
I wish I knew what I did wrong…
Oh please let me go!
I can’t stand to see you like this anymore
You fidget and squirm like a child in a push-chair
We just aren’t comfortable together it would seem
I didn’t mean to be such a disappointment
I didn’t mean to make you so sad
I didn’t mean to fail you as a man
Maybe it’ll be better if I just went home
Sebastian Noel
Domestic Poetry 