F****n Martin

You were pushed in here. I didn’t ask for you.

But you came anyway.

There’s one, his hands are everywhere.

Not you, for I know you.  And I do.

And I defend you, mostly against myself.

I think one day it’ll be worth it and it’ll make sense,

and you’ll prove me right.

It’s waiting for that day that keeps me

at the end of your fingertips.