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fear/ i’ll be your everything

i’ve got this fear of falling fear of failing fear of success, of distress of being badly dressed of vanity sanity inhumanity fear of getting caught out caught in fear of dogs barking biting bitching and being near me in general, fear of pleasing too much or not pleasing enough fear of mediocrity, of becoming a commodity. fear of missing the boat, the beat, fear of losing my seat of being left alone or stuck in a crowd fear of having my fears heard out loud, fear of losing the people i love, fear of not being loved at all of having my back to the wall making the wrong call, of not being special not being myself of being someone else of violence of tridents of silence of having nowhere to go. no home no hope no dope no soap no lover to grope of being attacked in the night of not being quite right of having nothing at all of having it all and not appreciating it of not being patient enough to wait for it hate for it having nothing to die for to cry for to say goodbye for or stick one in the eye for to have no belief no grief of losing all my teeth. my epitaph untampered with untouched. my unheard unrequited love poem promising

i’ll be your everything
the song you sing
the mood you’re in
i’ll be your anger’s ugly temper
your spring until september
i’ll be your coldest winter morning
your boredom when you’re yawning
your four minute warning
i’ll be your body clock
the way you walk
i’ll be in your shoes
your latest news
you feelings failings
i’ll be the tears in your eyes
and wipe them dry
i’ll be your everywhere anywhere
i’ll be your record player
your t.v. set
the thing you forget
i’ll be your worries and panic
your comfort and joy
i’ll be your girl and your boy
your words and thoughts will be me
i’ll be your freedom
your self expression
your new direction
your viral infection
confessor and confession
your compassion
your clothes out of fashion
your divine retribution
i’ll be your contribution
i’ll make up your mind
be the faith that you find
i’ll be your face your hands
the place where you land
i’ll be your something for nothing
your free lunch
your waste of time
your uncommited crime
the things you see out the corner of your eye
your immortal soul when you die
i’ll be your lifelong friend
the chill air that makes your hair stand on end
the message you send
i’ll be the lick on the back of your stamp
i’ll make you damp
i’ll be the tongue among your teeth
your above below beneath
i’ll be your rainbow
your time to go
your limit your level
your cousin neville
your final conquest
your day of rest(lesness)
your sticky fingers
your songs and singers
i’ll be the ground you walk on
the phone you talk on
i’ll be your conversation
your pregnant paws
your perfect flaws
your screams of delight
your day
your night
the cash in your pocket
the door when you lock it
your front door mat
your dog your cat
your pet hates and wildest desires
i’ll be your gun when it fires
your bullet hole
your second skin
your third world
your forth road bridge
your scratch and your itch
i’ll be the one you love
your heavens above
your basement below
i’ll be the hot red blood that flows
round your veins
the madness that drives you insane
your past your future
the trousers that suit you
your fatal mistakes
your leg when it breaks
your information super highway
i’ll be you when you do it my way
your last night on earth
all that your worth
i’ll be your values and morals
your jacques cousteau corals
your shark
your birthmark
your distinguishing feature
your loudmouthed preacher
your herd of sheep
your snores when you sleep
i’ll stand up for you
lie down for you
roll over stroll over
i’ll walk your way
be the games you play
your credit card fraud
your one and only lonely god
i’ll be your trap in an elevator
your fear of alligators
your snakeskin jacket
i’ll be your golden cigarette packet
your cure for cancer
i’ll be the question and the answer
your antique
your freak
your frown
your dressing gown
your underarm odour
your age as you get older
i’ll be your swollen pride
the place where you hide (inside)
the hair on your head
the things you wish you’d said instead
the butterflies in your stomach
the swing in your hammock
your sun when it sets
your breakfast baguettes
i’ll be your common market
your car when you park it
your pill when you pop it
your voice when you drop it
i’ll be the pants round your ankles
your aunts and your unkles
i’ll be your guilty conscience
your load of nonsense
the beat of your heart
your worlds apart
i’ll be your expanding universe
your coffin your hearse
your absent father
the strength you gather
i’ll be your ashes to dust
the jam on your crust
your isolation
your last temptation
i’ll be your loudest laugh
your faded photograph
your long vacation
your last temptation
i’ll be your happy accident
your foreign accent
the things you meant
the cash you spent
the books you lent
the way you went
i’ll be your sole survivor
your rolled up fiver
your taxi driver
your bouncing cheque
your discotheque
your zen meditation
the claws on your crustation
the train at your station
your sweet liberation
i'll be your doctor and your patient
i'll wait for you
hate for you
love you love you
hold the heavens above you