Good Evening!
you look well!
almost good
to see you
you are welcome
if you leave your dishonesty
at the door.

Take my nothing
and turn it into wine
then we can drink all night
hands in heart
from a cup
more or less
devine.

I will trade you
my sadness
for your smile

You are a witch
from a long line
of witches
jump on your broom
and fly!

You scattered
little bits and pieces
of yourself
across the floor last night
as you stormed off
to bed
indignant and in pain
I have gathered them up
will keep them safe
You will reclaim them
sometime
somewhere
hopefully from a
place
devoid of pain.

Leave it
you said
without realising
I had already left.

She rarely left her own mind
and when she did
the outside seemed
so unkind

I can give
a little bit
of me
and I will give it
freely
but please
don’t ask
much more
of me

Nothing bores
me more
than random poems
desperately
trying to even
the score!

You want all of me
you say
but you already have my heart
What is left of me ?
my limbs ?
take them if you will
but know then
I can never
ever
dance
with you
again.

I just want
the good bits of you
I want to package them up
shape them
into a man I can love
you can take your other bits
the bad bits
and sell them around town
I just want
the good bits
of you
Am I wrong?

Ahh
and then
so it happened
that there was no one
left
except
us two
me and you
Christ
who knew?

If
I could be a
superpower
I would probably
or maybe
definitely
at least sometimes
if not most times
most likely
I would probably
I guess
I would choose
you
If I could be a
superpower
Yeah
I think I would
probably
maybe
choose
You

Excuse me
Hello
I think this is yours
and I think
you dropped it
very conveniently
the very  first time
we said
Hello

Your words flow
effortlessly
from your perfectly
manicured mouth
your audience
guaranteed
your confidence
unbelieved
at least
by me

I can lie easy
with the lie
can you?

This should be beautiful
and real
instead
it’s difficult
and steel

I carry little bits of you
deep inside
the dark inside of me
mostly it’s okay
but sometimes they itch
and start to twitch
and interrupt my day
but  most days
deep inside
the dark inside of me
mostly
on those days
mostly
I’m okay.

We are deep
into
another bottle of
conversation.

Hello!
Hello!
Hello Miss
hang on
Hello Miss
hang on
Sorry
so sorry
hang on
I think you dropped this
as you disembarked the train
I usually wouldn’t have bothered
except
I think it might be your
heart.

If you could only meet me
somewhere
tonight.

It’s difficult to find
anything in this world
to love
I’ve managed to find two
first one is me
second one is
you.

I will never hold a sword to you
nor a weapon
except perhaps
a mirror
for I know it will wound you
deeper
upon reflection.

You said
you would love me anyway
I know your way
and I know my way
And I know
we are not destined to be
each other’s
anyway.

these are the days
I know you don’t believe it
in all honesty
neither do I
yet still
somehow
is it possible that
these are the days?

If I could send you
two thousand bouquets
or more
I surely would
instead
what I can send
is
one word
Love.

I see you
and every painful step
you take into
your unknown world
I have walked those steps
just a beat before you
just a train ride between us
does the pain ever dim?
Yes
and as a bonus
you’re thin!

I caught your tear
mid fall
before it exploded
and soaked
our fortified wall .

You asked for truth
I tried .

In all honesty
so far
in my life
I have at least
spoken
two billion words
that were
untrue
how about you?

I joined
a poetry club today
then quickly realised
they were not interested
in anything I had to
say
and more  importantly
in my world
that’s okay .

I will not
leave now
not because
I am brave or honest
but because
I have no leave
left

I caught you yesterday
when you didn’t realise you were falling
you walked just a step too far
and didn’t hear me calling
but no worries
I caught you
anyway.

My suitcase is packed
my belongings are safe
just need to zip myself in there
and make my escape

You colour me differently
now
once you painted me in bright pink
with orange edges
now you colour me grey
with a dash of blue
are your crayons
running short?

What is that
he said
as his fingertips
brushed
lightly
above my heart
scar tissue
I said
I am lucky I am
not dead

Thank you
I will take your compliment
and run with it
just as far as
As I can go !

I know the little bits of you
that you hide
very hidden
and safe
and aside
very deeply inside
your very expensive silk
suit pocket

You are beautiful
he said
I accepted that
with dread.

I knew what
I signed up for
just
didn’t expect this much
noise

The glam squad
at a push,
can make me look sixteen
inside
I am
honestly
not that
keen

New York  City
flashes
for you tonight
Tomorrow it will
Probably expose
your plight

The bits I love about you  
are the little
grey bits
that fall from your designer suit
as the cameras shine
your eyes in mine
as you smile on time
I know I am playing too
but in all honesty
only for
you

Don’t worry
I’ve gathered up all  your bad bits
they were scattered across the floor
I liked that you walked away
And never looked back
did you already know
I would,d keep them
temporarily
in my heart

I know I lost you
That’s true
I’m sorry
It’s  true
It’s Manhattan
you know.
the score!

I inhale  you
your love
oxygen to
my weary bones

Seriously?
just pour me
a  different
life.