In the place I’d grown up,
I find myself still

Surrounded by mountains,
at the bottom of a hill

The trees that grow around me,
have watched me as I’ve aged

They’ve also watched as I’ve returned,
like a captive too long caged

For a while when I came back,
I urged to run away

But the magic in these mountains,
has saved me every day

When the dark comes knocking,
and I just want to run

I run towards the forest,
into dappled spots of sun

I sit there in the hour,
named after golden light

And in that orange daydream,
the dark is out of sight

I don’t realise I’ve been holding my breath until those rare still moments
When all I hear are birds and I’m drowning in a light that makes everything pink, like a red sock dying the washing
And I let out a big exhale when I see the moon in the sky as the sun is setting
It’s all     so      beautiful
It squeezes the air out of me
And I want to just exist here in this sacred hour
Where the loneliness feels not so tight and everything feels lighter and it’s ok that it’s just me

If sorry was enough my love, I would scream it everyday
For you I would say any words if they could take the pain away
If sorry was enough my love, I would scratch it on my skin
For you the cuts run deeper then the guilt I'm drowning in
If sorry was enough my love, I would have told you from the start
But sorry will never be enough to fix your broken heart

I'm hidden come and find me
Naked in the dark that's where I'll be
Suffocated amongst the bed sheets of our emotions
Reality blanketed by lusts deep oceans
Trapped in this bed for a time that is lost
Strangled by our wires that seem to be crossed