Glass
Like splintered glass Your words pierce silence Pulling me back Abruptly comforting Transparently cutting Through noise, Thank you
OrpheusÂ
Taking time by the hand She walks Looking to the future An Orpheus curse But despite her aching heart She never turns back
Double negative
I can’t not love you Just because They say it’s better in the long run I can’t not feel comfort In your smile Just because our future’s gone I can’t not feel empty I remember it’s gone Just because you’ve moved on I can’t not love you Just because I say it’s easier now that…
Heart of Gold
“She’s got a heart of Gold” They say through their smiles “She’s got such a good heart” They say, delighted, in denial For it’s what they don’t see That makes it truly shine It’s the shadows she keeps hidden That make her kindness devine For the fractures and splinters Of that self-same heart of Gold…
By your leave
Sometimes it’s best to step back Step away Trip away Remove yourself from the situation Sometimes it’s safer to hold back Trip away Step away Hold your tongue and unanswered questions Sometimes it’s kinder to yourself to be cruel and bold Take your leave And by your leave Hold your searing pain and burning passions …
Words
The power of words Your words Presuming an absent presence Habitually echoing As I hope in vein Wishing Willing them Not to exist
So they say
It will all get better in time It’s helpful, it will heal It will all get better in time So they say, but time steals It will give to solace and peace Give you hope, give you distance It is healthy to mourn and grieve So they say, they’re persistent It will all become your…
Photograph
When dust dances In the morning beams Landing on your frozen smile I’m grateful I knew you And we made our time Worthwhile
Ghost
Whilst I still have to see you Every day Every moment Will keep you A Ghost To Me Of what we were The happiness We Had And how You let me Feel Good enough Thanks For taking that away Too My heart My hope My love My self worth And my delight I loved you…
The dead of night
In the dead of night I miss you In the silences we share in those forced moments together Where circumstance meets desire In the dead of night I’m lost In the moments that were forced to share we delight And yet am burning with inferior fire In the dead of my eyes I’m living In…
Scribbles of an insomniac 