Oh Mr Tibbs, all dressed up in your tuxedo.
Where are you off to?
Can I come with you?
I see you waiting, in my window.
You pretend not to see me... But I know you do.
Sometimes you look at me, I don't know what's going on in your head.
Sometimes the way that you look at me, makes me feel you want me dead.
I know you love me, sometimes it hurt me.
Sometimes you hurt me, when you love me.
I know you cause me pain... but not intentionally.
I'll always love you, even if it hurts me.
Oh Mr Tibbs you always dance when you're happy.
But when I talk to you, you turn you're back on me.
Oh look at your grey hair, you're getting older.
The thought of loosing you makes me feel colder.
Sometimes you look at me, I don't know what's going on in your head.
Sometimes the way that you look at me, makes me feel you want me dead.
I know you love me, sometimes it hurt me.
Sometimes you hurt me, when you love me.
I know you cause me pain... but not intentionally.
I'll always love you, even if it hurts me.
You wake me at 5 in the morning, scratching at my bedroom door.
But when I give in I can't sleep, 'cause you curl up on me, sleep, and snore.
I know you love me, sometimes it hurt me.
Sometimes you hurt me, when you love me.
I know you cause me pain... but not intentionally.
I'll always love you, even if it hurts me.
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC
I'm going to miss you old friend.
Yet you still sit on my driveway paralysed.
Reminding me of the day we passed my driving test.
Your ****** crackling old radio, the miles you'd go for me without a grumble, and that night we effortlessly out ran that flashy peacock Ferrari from two roads down.
Your ice blue metallic paint and cream leather interior. Classically understated.
Your hefty old school body panels (felt like we were trying to move a building when we pushed you defeated and exhausted to the side of the road). But you were solid, a tank, and you always kept me safe.
Roddy Rover, my first car.
I'm going to miss you old friend.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
We laughed so hard and heartedly
till our bodies contorted in the aftershock of vacant humour
I look at your dead pan expression
and the volcano erupts again.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
Everyday waiting for me at the end of the road.
Your glasses cannot hide the smiles that aged your eyes.
But they still hold their innocence; an oversized toddler, excited by the prospect of everything and nothing.
It's contagious, amazing, overwhelming but never exhausting.
And to think I miss you even from across the room.
Your voice warm peanut butter tones, comforting; a pillow to the ears, inviting me in to everything you have to say.
It's all interesting to me.
Even the mundane ramblings that fall clumsily from your mouth, and your stupid big face making me laugh so hard my cheeks hurts.
My mind toys with the idea of not knowing you and the thought, no matter how fleeting is excruciating.
So what are you waiting for... kiss me you idiot.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Miles and miles of ink black tarmac...
'Faster', I squeal with excitement.
Your eyes light up
Headlights bright in the dark.
A huge satisfied smile stretches across your face,
Cheshire cat grin.
We vault into the night
Destination least of our worries.
Your eyes catch mine for a second,
I relish the thoughts that pass between us, some of them aching to break the skin.
You are mine and I can't think of anything else I could possibly need.
I watch the ice form tiny road maps across the window.
You try and count the months we have left on this earth.
I am warm, though our bodies are not touching.
I reach for your hand
It burns into my palm.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
I'm going back to reality today.
To overbearingly bright office lights, to fake smiles and staffroom pleasantries, to the humdrum , the normal, the drab and the dull.
I'm being rudely awoken, dragged unwilling from this warm comforting dream; from your arms, your lips, your clever words and quick wit.
Worlds away from where I can be myself,
And that's all you'll ever want me to be.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
I searched into your eyes but you weren't there.
I stared straight down at my hands.
The black diamond which I adored, which was so unique, so special, had lost its lustre.
Just dead glass.
I use to think it was a symbolic reference that u 'got me'.
But now I just feel stupid and naive.
The symbol that bound us together was just another possession
And what use have I of possessions?
A word hasn't passed between us in weeks.
Finally you break the silence and mutter some sentance.
You glance across the room
But I'm not there.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
We are born of stars
Just Space dust and tiny bits of rust
The light of an ancient blistering sun
Which entices us to carry on
We desperately cling to the world below
All lit up and put on show
But should your sparkle cease to shine
At least we had this snippet of time.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
Last night I showed you my hiding place,
my mountain top, my Shangri La.
Then you told all your friends about it.
Now they gather there, drunk impostors.
They think it's their own personal Mecca.
A *** scented girl turns to me;
'Wow it's so beautiful up here'
'It was' I mumble under my breath.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 6:08 PM UTC
Love is a destructive game.
Cupid's playing with missiles again
But this time he's going nuclear.
Itchy trigger finger vendetta
Left a you shaped hole.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC