A drunken soul asked me:
Will you marry me?
His words slurred however his intentions were not blurred as they spilled out of my delicate sleepers mind.
Suddenly that one question seemed all too real to me
and I smiled.
I smiled a thousand suns and a million other galaxies because of the one question.
Will you marry me?

Suddenly the images of a bright white wedding dress bombarded my vision,
the silk like clouds,
and a prominent black suit stood by its side.
Faceless yet I knew who it was.
Then the vivid daydream ended,
and I found myself sat on my bed,
in front of a phone,
typing,
'not quite yet we're too young baby **'.
Yet that answer felt wrong.

Saying yes would mean the world to me.
But being 16 is a number that marriage would regret ever meeting.
Age is just a number right?
But when it implies the world's prominent questions...
Age is a limit.
So I said maybe.

Maybe.
Maybe one day.
Maybe today.
Maybe next week, next month, next year.

But for now,
how about we settle with a promise.
I promise my dear to always love you,
cherish you.
I will never cheat.
Lie.
Or steal your love.
I am yours and you are mine.

Will I marry you?
Yes.
Just some other time.

My delicate sleeper has a twisted mind,
tales of his soulmate weaved with a soft terror that fails to shake his soul.
Surrounded by soulless figures with no character.
Floating.
Chanting.
Their knives of satan embedded deep within kin.

My delicate sleeper has a twisted mind,
the beautiful gold embroidery enclosed in an attractive horror.
His eyes hold the blue of holy water,
his dreams hold the blades of lucifer.

I love it.
I love my little delicate sleeper.
I wouldn't have him any other way.

Distance
a single word with one single superpower
to divide two souls
preventing them from ever multiplying.

Oh distance you son of a gun
you *murderer
you soul severer
you lacerate love as if it was simply a piece of paper

you sever me as if i were merely nothing
you monster
you *******

I want to be with him yet your intentions are to only split us apart

I can never love
I can only lose
all because of you

Distance.

Love to some is a metaphorical creature
it moves in the night possessing those who sleep with another,
it lives inside everyone whether it be platonic or not.
This metaphor of an iridescent emotion is not a force to reckon with,
it breaks people into two,
controls them driving them completely insane,
it hurts the innocent putting their self confidence to shame.

Love to some is a burden,
it burns your insides to oblivion.
"mother it hurts" she isn't there to help because this internal pain isn't something that Jim could fix.
In fact Jim will make it worse.

love to some is a quick release,
a fix,
a drug,
a metaphorical object mental illness that wont leave their mind body and soul.

love my dear quick run and hide,
some of them want to use you .
What they use you for is either the worst thing in the world,
or the best thing in the entire universe.

However love for me?
is non-exsistent

Ive joined the crowd at the station
I joined all the suits ties and pretty black lies
The distinct chatter of plans made
The hum of the train against its tracks.

Ive joined the crowd at the station
The smell of burnt coffee and grease
The hustle and bustle
The early morning shouts of the tannoys canceling and creating arrivals and departures

London never felt like home
Yet here i am
In a coffee store at the station
Feeling more at home than ive ever felt.

Where am i you ask?
Im at the station.

Fingertips drumming.
Breath slow.
Soft humming.
Hymn reciting.
Giggling, because I know its all a lie.

Breath quickening.
Pen scribbling.
Black ink spreading like wild fire,
Words only I understand.
Doctors think its a reason to up the dosage.

Tick tock.
Drip drop.
Splish splash.
***** ***** *****.
Wash the water make it clean,
Swallow the pills make me normal.

Tomorrow is a new day.
Lets start it all over again.