Tuesday, 20 March 2018

When You Come Back

I know what silence is once I have spoken. I know what trust is once it is broken. I know what love means when you are leaving. I know what life is when I am grieving. I leave the light on still, just hoping. That you'll come back to me, with your arms open. That you'll find me again in all your roaming. Look upon me, as if I'm not joking. At some point when you can't keep going, Look for me, I'll still be doting.

Thursday, 8 March 2018

"Take It Off! Let Me Breathe!"

I will be there, I will be crawling and appalling and I will be feeling square. I will take the rope and hang my hopes and dangle my despair. I will fry my bones to dust in that old electric chair. I don't think that anyone besides my kids would really care - they'd long for lost time, and a love they didn't share, but would they really think of me or what I could've been? They'll be thinking of themselves and what they could've seen. No one puts you first when you're just an old has-been. I am saving them from something awful, from something so obscene.

Hej Då

Each new day I feel your fingers slip further away. Our close knit bond is getting looser and shows the early signs of fray, our solid rock is weathered and is turning to a brittle clay. Back in the day you were once so eager, now your efforts to stay have become so meager. Our hearts once raced and beat in our ears like a speaker, now we find our pulse just seems to get weaker and weaker.

Saturday, 24 February 2018

Unloved Children

Nothing sits right inside you, nothing can find its proper place. I have been attempting to corral you for a while but nothing else seems to fill your empty space. Defeatedly I must resign myself to throw away the chase, to push you out into the world where you will cause me such disgrace.

I Just Want The Chance To Win, But No One Wants To Let Me In

It's all too big, and I am nothing. I am barely worth the effort crushing. Yet I am bleeding out, I'm gushing. Through every seam I am unstuffing.
I've got feelings, I am blushing, and every compliment from you I've been off brushing, against the tide of thoughts onrushing, my face is sore from all this bluffing.

I will take your love and keep it in my chest,
Lock it tightly, and do my very best,
To never look, to keep it tightly pressed.
To never speak, to leave it unconfessed.

Friday, 23 February 2018

Inflammable Means Flammable

Are we just wasting time until we are united? Is spending time with these other people nothing but short sighted? Should we not stoke these embers and see our love ignited, not hold back but be excited to make this love requited?

Tin Man

I can see your every feeling etched upon your face. You wear past miseries with an air of quiet grace. Your eyes belie a hurt that I'm not sure I can erase, but I'll give it every effort, I'll try in any case. I just want to see you happy even if you can't forget. I just want your mask to slip and take with it your regret. I want you to see the world through your future, not the past, let go the wrong and see that your potential is still vast. I want to be the armour that you have clad yourself therein, I want to draw a line around you and let no more sadness in. I want to take your hand and show you what it means to be alive, that living isn't misery, in happiness we thrive.