Love is an unsaid message
backspaced in a text box
an unsent email
an unexpressed emotion
unwritten on a piece of paper

You can’t tally how many times ‘I love you’ was left on my lips, lingering
I just couldn’t find a time that was right, during the late of night,
an endless battle with myself, i can’t ever win
because i’m my worst enemy

Time is a healer, wounds run away from it
a slow, crawling healer, it has no magic,
no power and no ability,
yet time is a healer

Drifting away, you can’t tally how many times ‘where are you’ was left on my lips, lingering
I just never said it, because it was the middle of the bustling day
an endless battle with myself, i can’t ever win
because i’m my worst enemy

Time is a breaker, love runs away from it
a slow, crawling breaker, it has no magic,
no power and no ability,
yet time is a breaker

A bracelet beaded in nothing but love
Hanging loosely on the wrist
Seeing everything that you will
Through the sun, through the mist

Knotted slightly wrong, you know it was made by someone
who stared at the petals and took so long
threading the thin white string through
the subtle white, red purple and dark blue

Its not the blood dripping from the bites
Its not the emptiness


A single thought that you cant stop rethinking
It grows and it lurks, it hurts
A memory blanched in bleach,
it changes colours when you're not watching


And it follows you into a different grey room
and sneaks up on you when you're all alone
In the harsh rain, you cant see it and you cant fight it
Its a familiar scent, something itching behind your eyelids


All accumulating in a corner you'll never watch
Sneaking on all the floorboards that wont creak
Hiding in plain sight

And petals, they fall from the trees like pink rain that isn't wet,
suspended in wind, they drift from the sky.
They fall, searching for an answer, invisible to the average passer by, but lighting up a writers shining eyes,
who puts their palm out, in all whispering wonder,
for a glimpse of beauty as it leaves to fly in the spring wind.

Floating

Here. it’s where i’ll always be.

In this grey space i get visited.
I get plagued by the weather in my head, and sometimes, it drowns me
Can’t count how many times you’ve been here
Standing beside me