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Temporary Tattoo EP

by Mathew Kerry

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You are an interchangeable belt buckle, Not necessary but I think that you’re cool. You’re loose hairs laughing at the bottom of the bath, A bit of a nuisance but inevitable. You’re a temporary tattoo, You’re gone before your novelty wears off. I wish you’d stick around So we could wind each other up and get down. You are an appetite for something you don’t like, You're eating when I’m bored. You’re the sudden change of texture when I’m chewing, Comfort food for thought. You are empty calories But God forbid my dietician keeps you The hell away from me Give me gout so we will never have to leave the house I am a bag of meat that appreciates your company You are a magazine that tolerates mine I am an inability to say exactly what I mean You are the perfect way to finish this rhyme. You are the birthmark that looks like a coffee stain You are wine in plastic bottles You are spiced rum and Strangers on a Train You are a frozen tuna steak.
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This wound is not a power-cut, There are lights that stay on at every floor. This is a dimmer-switch, heavy on one side, an unfractured filament that just cannot glow anymore. I have everything to fear tonight If darkness is the absence of light. I will feel bitter and I will feel cruel As long as guilt is the absence of you. Maybe I have no love to give, Maybe I’ve been giving it wrong, Maybe we look a lot like lovers but we just get along. We say we fall in and out of love As if we trip and graze knees on one another, But in truth it's just a bruise that you get used to That only hurts once you loosen your grip. Maybe my hands are too weak, Maybe my skin is too strong, Maybe we look a lot like lovers but we just get along. I held her by the hand And let go of her heart, to find the shadow of my grip, The grooves cut by my fingertips, And all this time I thought I was kind.
3.
It wasn't just the hand on your knee That told me you were fucking. It was the eyes and ripped beer bottle labels you once threw at me. It was the way you stood closer than you needed to When getting drinks in at the bar, It was the fact I could tell you were happy, I remember when I made you happy. And believe me I know I've no right To say that I miss you, but fuck it, I miss you. But please know that I don't want to kiss you goodnight, I have to believe my decision was right. I got stuck wondering why every time that I see you, knuckles climb up from my stomach and tug at the lump that is stuck in my throat I figure it's that you make me face the fact I'll forever be riddled with gaps, and there is not enough sand in the sea to satisfy me. And believe me I know I've no right To say I miss wine in a glencairn glass. But please know its not that I want you back It's just I could have fixed us but I can't fix our past. And all I can hear is you singing songs in your underwear A siren's attack now soaking some other sailor Whilst I sail on past, tied to the mast, sinking sideways out of your reach How I wish my men had let your death wash over me. It didn't take the decapitated packet, the empty wrapper, sat happy in the trash to confirm what I knew, All I needed to see was the way he looks at you. And I guess I sacrificed any right to criticise the next guy that you let inside your mind, So I suppose I'll forgive his apparent lack of courtesy. Despite what I think, I know he makes you happy, And I guess the best thing about him is that he isn't me. But please know that I’ve got your back and I trust your plan of attack and the bits that we saved will keep you safe either way. And believe me I know I've no right To say that I miss you, So I don't think I'm going to, I know that we've both got better things to do
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Whetstone 04:30
I'm not naive; despite my regrets I know that we wanted different things. I know I was the one who made the call, I couldn't be the man that you needed anymore. But even though I know It was probably for for the best, that won't make me miss you any less. I can mutilate any one of the reasons I had for walking away. I can attack who I was with a cleaver scraped across a rose-tinted whetstone Whilst yesterday's weapon of choice lies blunted by the door; Only ever as sharp as I am sure. And I read somewhere that the space in between galaxies Is expanding faster due to some dark energy; I couldn’t help but think of us. I wonder why I do this to myself, I struggle to leave the past in the past, Trawling through fallen leaves of conversation Trying to find when I said I loved you last. I found a splinter of the person I was when I was with you stuck in the thumb of the man I am trying to become When I let myself think whether I would change a thing That splinter sinks into my skin And if I ever happen to wake up in our past, If I stumble into an evening Where we slept back to back, I'd roll around and bite your ear with the bristles of my beard And stay until my arm went dead from lying on my side Maybe then I could live with how we died Knowing that for at least one night I had tried I only wish we had tried I'm not naive; i have my regrets But I know that we wanted different things. You deserve to be loved, And I wish you the best, But that won't make me miss you any less.

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released August 19, 2016

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Heart on sleeve and tongue in cheek, candid and silly, Mathew Kerry is a bespectacled singer-songwriter from Leeds currently based in Manchester. He is always writing and performing, and often forgets to eat.

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