I finally get it
I never had a fucking clue
That you choked on fresh air
And slept through sunny days
Spent your time trying to feel right
And convince yourself you're okay
When you can't see the light through the dark
It's easy to get caught in an endless night
Life is already so fleeting, even more so when
You spend your time sitting, staring, eating
Just waiting for it to end
I finally get it
I'm sorry I didn't understand
And I played on your demands
I'm sorry I told you to stand up tall
When you were broken heart, blurry eyes and trembling hands
Thursday, 23 June 2016
Thursday, 7 April 2016
Sunday, 1 November 2015
i don't have any secrets from you
i told you everyday with my eyes
i took a breath last week and emptied out
all of my grief and all of my doubt
i doubled over, my chest closed tight
dropped tearstained lashes and slept all night
awaking to a brand new mind
a fresh new heart, i woke to find
exactly what i left in the dark
sleeping soundly by my side
never shallow, never malicious
all too ready to cover me in kisses.
it's not the same as it was before.
i told you everyday with my eyes
i took a breath last week and emptied out
all of my grief and all of my doubt
i doubled over, my chest closed tight
dropped tearstained lashes and slept all night
awaking to a brand new mind
a fresh new heart, i woke to find
exactly what i left in the dark
sleeping soundly by my side
never shallow, never malicious
all too ready to cover me in kisses.
it's not the same as it was before.
Thursday, 23 July 2015
they said to stand in a line
they try to put you in a wall
no one wants to hear your mind spill
if they cant understand you at all
you say there's a population crisis
you say the world is too small
everyone's too busy for an agenda
too distracted for an uprising
too tired to stand, or walk
or get back up if they happen to fall
we were not meant for hearts and minds
nothing in this world is real and true
excuse me as i break a little further
they try to put you in a wall
no one wants to hear your mind spill
if they cant understand you at all
you say there's a population crisis
you say the world is too small
everyone's too busy for an agenda
too distracted for an uprising
too tired to stand, or walk
or get back up if they happen to fall
we were not meant for hearts and minds
nothing in this world is real and true
excuse me as i break a little further
Wednesday, 1 April 2015
my mind is brimming with things I can never not keep
like how your face smooths when you're barely asleep
or how your voice changes ever so slightly at the edges
when you're losing patience with me
and there are things that I'm trying to forget
but I know they'll never really go away
it's impossible and it's unnerving holding the world at bay
being days away, in something untouched, something unchanged
when every day is different, but the night is always the same
when I can't get to sleep, I go to my safety place
it's dark and it's quiet, it's you and it's me
and every night that's how I drift off to sleep
with an image of your face clinging to my conscious
every day I wake with you sitting heavy on my conscience
like how your face smooths when you're barely asleep
or how your voice changes ever so slightly at the edges
when you're losing patience with me
and there are things that I'm trying to forget
but I know they'll never really go away
it's impossible and it's unnerving holding the world at bay
being days away, in something untouched, something unchanged
when every day is different, but the night is always the same
when I can't get to sleep, I go to my safety place
it's dark and it's quiet, it's you and it's me
and every night that's how I drift off to sleep
with an image of your face clinging to my conscious
every day I wake with you sitting heavy on my conscience
Wednesday, 25 March 2015
today is nestled deep into the clutches of autumn
but it feels like the first of spring
my smile is unwavering, it's stretching
I've reached past land, across the seas
I am at home, under the steady mass of trees
in the comfort of fresh cold and still winds
clutching a pile of fresh new yellow daffodils
floating absent minded, walking alone
eyes up, facing the sky, dreaming of home.
but it feels like the first of spring
my smile is unwavering, it's stretching
I've reached past land, across the seas
I am at home, under the steady mass of trees
in the comfort of fresh cold and still winds
clutching a pile of fresh new yellow daffodils
floating absent minded, walking alone
eyes up, facing the sky, dreaming of home.
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