Sunday 24 January 2016

You Mean More


You have much to say,
you've promised me you do.
But there's something holding you back,
something strong and not you.
The words sit at the tip of your tongue,
waiting, impatient, but stubborn
lyrics written, but unsung,
eyes longing, but not focused.
You dance around us like we're toxic,
walls between us, thick,
Like you're afraid we'll perish,
like the memories we cherish
will fizzle away,
faster than they stay.
You think too much.
and flinch at my touch.
But you look for me in your sleep,
reaching for me in the depths of your dreams,
when the world surrounds you,
and makes you feel alone.
You walk the line between openly loving and not,
you cling to me soon after we've fought,
your heart gets cold more often than not.
Words brim at your heart needing a page,
but they feel trapped, judged, caged.
But you know me
and I know you
and what more do you need,
to speak words that stay true.
I will hold your hand while the other writes
about nights, the moon, and bright city lights
whatever you wish to say,
I will sit by you in awe.
for you are more
and it's you I adore.
You have much to say,
you've promised me you do.
But there's something holding you back
something strong and not you.
And I will wait, until you know
that words mean less,
but you dear, You mean more. 

Saturday 23 January 2016

With You


With you, its always been complicated
With you, I've never known
How much my heart invested
How much joy and pain was worn
With you, I've always hung on
Knowing it'll change and needing it to not
With you, I've spent many an hour
Wandering the line between cold and hot
With you it has always been love
Never hate or deceit
Yet when you were away
Love felt like defeat.
With you, I've never questioned
Whether this could ever last
For with you, I know we're stronger now
Than we ever were in the past.
With you, I know I've had some doubts
Cried many a tear for our bond
But you always knew and always stayed
Somehow I wish I'd been warned.
I hate that we often grow apart
And I hate that you've captured my heart
Reunions sweet, come suddenly out of the blue
And I know nothing's changed between me and you.
With you, I know I've often thought
About what love is and what it is not
But in the end however apart
One smile, one word, and we're back to the start.

Friday 22 January 2016

Flames to Dust


With him on her mind
And with him in her hand
She took a long slow drag
Thinking about this stupid day
And how he ran around her heart, playing tag
And as the fumes burned their way down
She felt the burn of him against her lips
Heavy and strong
And so very wrong
Yet something she'd been craving all along
And just like how his words pierced
The fumes caught onto her walls
And darkened the halls inside
They found their happy place,
a place within her to hide.
And hiding is all she ever does anymore
As he dances around her and burns her sore.
She breathes out and opens her eyes
and is blinded by the smoke before her
and the tears that brim and threaten to fall.
She never expected him to be the world on her shoulder.
But how she wishes one day he would just hold her,
and know her,
And as the evening grows colder,
she looks at the shortened life in her hand,
turning to ashes as she breathes her own life away,
falling to the ground and she has not a say.
He was to be the death of her
but now another has earned her kiss
he can go around blowing smoke
but it is always his love she will miss.

Wednesday 6 January 2016

Muse


Most times she leads
and he follows.
She does the talking,
she wears the halo,
She creates a story,
He writes it down.
She is poetry
and the sea
and he drowns.
But sometimes
she conforms
to words alone.
She longs for a story unknown
She waits
while he writes.
She stays in sight
and watches over his shoulder
as he writes with pen, old
and paper older.
She watches 
and the night gets colder.
And after the words have been sewn
into paper that could be torn,
he turns to look
and finds his queen
fit for a throne.
And her smile outshines the stars of the night
no woman could dare put up a fight
she follows this time
she conforms
to his words alone
this story he's written
a tale too well known.
She leans in and places poetry on his lips
just the way he makes love to paper with his finger tips
He gave up on writing poetry long ago
he realized writing her was the right way to go. 
Most times she leads
and he follows
and tonight into the bedroom too
he is led behind her to follow.

Monday 4 January 2016

Account


I have kept you
and every word you spoke
and every song you liked
and all of your inhibitions
in a book.
On every second page
is illustrated one of your many quirks.
Read between the lines
and you'll find the things I never said and yet did say
to you
about you
and for you.
I have quoted you and unquoted you,
and sometimes used metaphors to adore you.
I have broken every rule that poetry ever had
and made prose look a little mad.
For I have taken you
and written you
down on pages,
pages and more pages,
I've spent hours letting
thick paper absorb ink
that holds words,
words heavy in my veins
needing escape
words that incarnated from a feeling
and I am still reeling from the magic you provide
and how my words, you guide
and I am still surprised
how you make me write.
But I've kept you
under the blanket of my heart.
On nights too cold, under a blanket
that pales in comparison to the warmth you provide
I've remembered and revised
and gone over and over your pages enough of times
to make you out of poetry even when I can't rhyme.
I've stored you, deep inside
and even when the end is near
and if I can't find a way
to balance this, to make you stay
I will pick up that book
and hear you say
"I love you now, I'll love you everyday"
Because that book, covered in two layers
one of dust
the next of your hand and mine
will be our account of love
For all of time.