Places

Been to a place
Where the sea meets the sky
Blurred horizon
A paradise

Been to a place
Where the trees grow tall
Providing shelter
A home to the small

Been to a place
Where the flowers bloom
For miles and miles
As a rainbow

Been to a place
Where the corn rises
Like the sun
In rows of gold

Been to a place
Built by man
Steel and grey
Created with a plan

Been to these places
In search of a home
I found too many
To call my own

In each of these places
I left a piece of me
Just as they left their mark
In my heart

Wherever I go
Whatever I see
I know, at least
There’s places for me

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Fling;

Summer’s day

Nothing’s grey

When I first saw you.

 

In the summer heat,

Dancing to the beat

When I first saw you.

 

Day to night

In the fire light

When I got to know you.

 

Wind in hair

On a road trip dare

When I got to know you.

 

Concert shows

And ice cream cones

When I grew to love you.

 

Dates under the stars

And in bars

When I grew to love you.

 

Summer’s end

No need to pretend

When we fell apart.

Thief

I’m so cold

Cool as ice

Armour on

No vulnerability in sight.

 

Unavailable

Emotionally distant

Don’t get too close

My walls are built too high

 

All Barbered wire

More thorn than rose

I won’t let you in

It’s not what I want (it’s what I want)

 

Let me go

I’m not right for you

All violence and anger

A raging storm

 

You pick the lock

Open doors where there shouldn’t be any

Taking all the short cuts

To get underneath my skin

 

To tell me you love me

You love me

 

And the walls come down

You break me

You free me.

You steal me.

 

A thief; after my heart.

Reminders

Everywhere I go
You are with me
In the coffee I drink
The way the rain falls
The man in the dusty old cap
But new sports jacket
Reminds me of you
When the sun is beginning to set
At the market,
At lunch
Eating pad thai or Chinese
I see you
Reading a book
That woman asleep on the tube
Running for the bus
Strolling down the road
All things I did with you.

My hand is empty without yours
Brief flashes of you making me all too aware
Of the gap in my heart
Where you belong.
The reminders are what hurt the most.

F

I couldn’t say goodbye,

Didn’t want to let go

Pieces of you I held dearly

Slipping away.

 

I didn’t watch you leave

I couldn’t at all

But I felt the gaping hole

Where you were missing

 

I tried to move on

But difficult it proved

Every little thing

Reminding me of you

 

Years gone by

Still thinking of you

Of what we could have been

Of where we didn’t go

 

Do I regret it?

I can’t be sure

I still love your smile

But hate that it wasn’t for me.

 

 

Not Alone

Dedicated to my mom, who is awesome.


Looking for a little inspiration

Feeling a bit lost

Not knowing which direction

Is the right one

 

I need a treasure map

Where X is the mark

Where I need to be

Where I’ll find my spark

 

I’ll know when I find it

In some innate way

But to find it at all

Is what worries me

 

Which is why I’m glad

That I have you

The voice of reason

When my doubts are all I know

 

So I’m still a bit lost,

Unknowing in direction

But with you as my guide

I know I’m not alone.

My Ex-Boyfriend

Dedicated to the asshole who broke up with my pal. Guess what? You’re an asshole.


 

I want a storm
That matches my rage
At you;
Destructive in its power
And unforgiving

I want your mirror
To reflect
The damage you’ve done
Jagged and cracked;
Unfixable.

You’ve the opposite of a midas touch,
You’re a devil in disguise
Just a judas kiss
And a guilty conscience
You’re poisonous inside

So I don’t want your apologies
Because this is the end
We’re finished, it’s over
There’s nothing left to pretend

You may go on
but all I can say,
Is that I wish you the worst
Bye, ex-boyfriend.

Potentially?

Being with you,

It’s like a summer’s day

We can be beautiful

But ultimately, we fade away

Makes me wonder, will we last?

 

Being with you,

It’s like walking in shadows

We’re shrouded. Private

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder

Will we stay hidden forever?

 

Being with you,

It’s a rollercoaster

So much fun

Yet so much could go wrong

I wonder which we might be

 

Being with you,

It makes me wonder

I don’t feel like I deserve this

So in awe in your presence

But maybe this once

I’ll let the mystery be

A happy ending, potentially?

Thick Skin

TW: some people might not like my metaphorical use of physicality representing heartbreak as it resembles abuse too closely.


Thick skin
With her heart on her sleeve
Bruises easily
With marks that don’t leave

A hand print left
At least there’s evidence
The crime scene’s in the making
Investigation pending

Tragedy
It’s marked in her blood
Her heart in pieces
Body marred with scars.

A happy ending
As elusive as ever
Like a book
With its end pages ripped out.

A Capote Novella

If our love was a novel,

We’d meet on the very first page.

Love at first glance

Searing yet cliché.

 

If our love was a novel,

There’d be no time

For the slow build

It’s a rigorous climb.

 

If our love was a novel,

The middle would be where it breaks

Parting and dividing

With no give or take.

 

If our love was a novel,

We’d meet once again

Put our differences aside

And rekindle our love there and then.

 

But our love isn’t a novel

Isn’t made from fantasy

It’s broken and it’s cold

Closer to reality.

 

Our love isn’t a novel

It’s honest and it’s real

At least it is from me

An unrequited ordeal.