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Jul 2021 · 456
For my sister
Hayleigh Jul 2021
Of the 7846,000,000 people
Breathing on this boundless planet
Forcing hearts in homes and gripping life between decaying bones

You are the only things
I am convinced are made of
Every single commendable capability, crammed between honour and stability
Every good intention, of every promise that was meant to be kept
Regardless of whether they were ours to try and keep

You were crafted with the courage of lions
And I’ll never tire of preying on the poachers long before they dare come traipsing through our territories

You love with the ferocity of fire and on the days you fear there’s more smoke than flames and worry the pain may stamp you out, I’ll strike a match on the walls of my heart til we blaze our own trail out the dark

I love you with the loyalty of lightning and it’s devotion to the thunder that echoes between

I’m not one for holding grudges  but I will never forgive the thoughts in your mind for convincing you that somewhere amongst all of the magic that is you, that it is not enough
As if enough has to be earned
As though you need to apologise for the faults that simply make you human and flaws that make you, you
As though you need to be ashamed of the history that formed you and the memories that sowed scars into our skin

I am sorry for the people who tried to convince us our best wasn’t good enough
It was never anything less

I am sorry for the people that laid land mines in our skull and made us believe that heads full of dreams
Really did have nowhere to go
Little did they know.

We are worriers and we are warriors.

So when the self doubt storms you, and your insecurities swarm you
And your anxieties wear you thin
Don’t forget about the armour and ammunition we were born with
Buried deep within

If our hearts do build homes within bones. You are always welcome home to me. ♥️
Oct 2020 · 289
Total eclipse
Hayleigh Oct 2020
Sometimes in the soft stillness of the night
She stirs my stagnant soul

Soft lips
Hot and heavy
Sun kissed skin

Stars scattered softly
Buried deep within

Those simple, stolen
moments where
We lose sight of
where she ends
And I begin

Stormy shores and endless seas
Of steamy summer nights and autumn breeze

In the soft, stillness of the night
She commands me to my knees.

Full moon, half moon, total eclipse

In the stillness of the night
She shatters me with her lips
Oct 2020 · 219
Hayleigh Oct 2020
I would withstand a lifetime of sun free and starless skies
to watch
the s u n r i s e
in those eyes
Just one last time

Some days it as though you never left
there is a swelling cavity surging beneath the bones of my chest

Tell me when do you plan on giving me back my heart?

I’m tired of new beginnings and I’m folding at the thought of fresh starts.

There are only so many times I can break and bend and rise again.

there are times I swear I feel those soft hands
Brush across my sombre skin
Do you remember those nights
We’d forget to remember
where I ended and you’d begin

My mind is on fire with the thought of you.
I can’t put you out, rip the taste out my mouth.

How can I be hers when I have only ever been yours?
Sep 2020 · 1000
Hayleigh Sep 2020
Just because your name
Doesn’t tentatively trip off my tongue
Doesn’t mean it’s not smouldering
My mouth from the inside out
You are the only place I’ll ever belong.
Jul 2020 · 2.4k
Literary lust
Hayleigh Jul 2020
"Make love to me" she said.
"Use nothing but your words".

So I slid sentences down her chest
Scratched rhymes down her spine
And spilled soft, syllables into the curves of her neck.

I poured prose beneath her clothes
Left suspense in spaces and
Passion in sonant embraces.
I coloured her in cliches.

I kissed entire novels into her navel.

Her eyes gazed into mine as she began to unravel and unwind
As I slowly, unbuttoned, undressed
Indulged in and caressed
The fantasies in her mind.

Mesmerised, I memorised
Her from cover to cover.

Our bed the paper
Our hands the words
Our lips the verse.
Jul 2020 · 684
Hayleigh Jul 2020
She leaves stars in my mouth, sunshine splayed across my tongue.
Jul 2020 · 246
Home sick hearts
Hayleigh Jul 2020
How is it my hands now feel foreign on your once familiar skin?
Apr 2019 · 448
Hayleigh Apr 2019
How is it
Every person I kiss
Still leaves your taste
On my lips?
Hayleigh Mar 2019
These people, these lives, these houses, these homes, these hills, these trees, these animals, these rivers, these seas.
We are not building an empire, we are destroying one, and every living, breathing thing in it.
We are walking catastrophes, entire tsunamis tripping off our tongues, rivers rolling between our lips. Streams of change, ebbing through microplastic in our veins with nets around our necks.
Let us be the change we want to see in the world, let us plant trees, climb to the top of them and scream from the top of our lungs for every single thing we are grateful for, let this planet be at the very top of that list.
As long as we inhale and exhale every moment; every memory, every molecule on this earth, let us not forget, we belong to it, and not the other way round.
There is so much yet we can do, so many lives we can transform, entire continents we can claim and cure.
Let us find peace before we are torn to pieces by our very own hands.
Mar 2019 · 2.6k
Hayleigh Mar 2019
I have spent a lifetime
cutting myself in syllables
bleeding in sentences.
Mar 2019 · 294
Hayleigh Mar 2019
There may be knives sticking out of our backs and holes in our hearts and tsunamis in our skulls, but we are sisters and there is nothing we cannot face together. I will forever be a place for you to run to, a shoulder for you to cry on and a hand for you to hold. We will weather the storms together. I promise. Whatever battles you face, I will wage the wars with you. When the world wears you thin, I’ll pick you up and we will start again.
Oct 2018 · 459
- - days spent inside
Hayleigh Oct 2018
Let us find ourselves, lay ourselves bare, run our hands across our naked hearts and not flinch when we say,
here I am home.

Society has laid it’s ***** hands upon us
Let us not live with it’s fingers
Lodged down our throats..
Oct 2018 · 654
Typewriter #197
Hayleigh Oct 2018
Our biggest injustice is thinking we do not have time
When time is all we have.
Sep 2018 · 594
A long time coming
Hayleigh Sep 2018
My god I took you for granted.

And there’s only so many times I can stomach the regrets I made before I want to claw them out of my insides. There shouldn’t have been room for regrets. There was not time. Time was ours until I stopped believing it was and then there was never enough.
I’ll never forgive myself for letting go of you, for losing sight of you
For turning around and closing the door
Long before you actually walked out of it

in my whole 24 years of being on this god forsaken earth
Loving you was the only thing I ever did right.

Because you were the best poem I ever ******* wrote
And even after all these years
Of scraping back the words and trying to mesh them together
I still can’t make sense of these letters wrapped in metaphors.

I still can’t put my pen to paper
And draw out anything other than your name
And ‘I’m sorry’

I still look for you, you know
In countries we never crossed
And continents we never kissed
And sometimes I still find you
Burning, softly, slowly,
In the lonely shadows of my heart
You always knew how to ignite a fire in me even when I was so sure I’d ran out of fuel.

I know we’ve both moved on
But there are still nights where I swear I feel you
In the creases of our sheets
In the curves of her skin.

If love is a war then I lived and died inside of you
And I’ve spent the last two years swallowing prescription pills
Throwing trust out of windowsills and
Skipping smoke out of my lungs
Desperately searching for some kind of resurrection.

I know that it’s over
But ****
I’d do anything to prop my lips
On the curves of your smile once more

To hang my heart
In the warm corridors of yours.

I’d give up an eternity of sunshine to feel my skin hot and burning against yours one last time.

I’m telling you, my love,
My lips are lost on loveless skin,
So tell me something
Are you still finding the pieces of my broken heart
Scattered across our bedroom floor?

In another life we’d have a second chance
What do you say?
Just one more dance
I know how you love to dance.
My arms around your waist, your eyes holding mine, let’s rip down the clocks
And go back in time.

Of all the journeys I’ve ever made, coming home to you will always be my favourite, You know, I’ll never be able to teach myself to forget the feeling of your hands around my heart.

it’s been almost three years since we said goodbye
And I don’t think I’m any closer to letting you go.

It’s 3am and my thoughts are on fire
With the idea of you

I’m still trying to figure out why it is
Every other woman I kiss
Leaves your taste on my lips.

Everything is temporary. Except you. You were always intended to be eternal.

In another life time
In every other life time
I am yours
And you are mine.
Sep 2018 · 348
Hayleigh Sep 2018
Somewhere within this body and these bones
I have finally found a home.
May 2018 · 476
Hayleigh May 2018
After death;
When all is said and done
the sun must rise
Mou̶rning must come.
May 2018 · 656
Hayleigh May 2018
In a world dripping with change
You are my constant.
Jan 2018 · 1.2k
Hayleigh Jan 2018
And each morning as she slept
I'd take her a tray of poetry
A croissant of commas warmed from the inside out
An ounce of assonance
A cup of freshly squeezed couplets
A bowlful of rhymes
That inside she might find
Our promises of forever
The memories we crafted together:

I’d take her a teapot of
The little things we’d forget
In the busyness of daily life
I’d take her a knife to spread
across the toasts we’d host
To the moments we cherished most
To our victories and our regrets
And every morning as she slept
I’d place a kiss on her head
As I placed beside our bed
A tray of poetry,
The words she so carefully, cordially, candidly
Composed out of me.
Oct 2017 · 4.9k
Hayleigh Oct 2017
We are worriers
We are warriors.
Sep 2017 · 1.4k
Hayleigh Sep 2017
She showed me many things,
But most importantly,
how hearts can be homes too.
Hayleigh Aug 2017
Every three seconds someone in the world is diagnosed with dementia, that works out as 9.9 million new cases of dementia world wide each and every year. In 2017 the number of sufferers was said to be just under 50 million, this number is set to almost double every 20 years.

I am walking for a world where people do not have to live in fear of losing themselves before they lose their lives. Where the only wandering that takes place is not up and down corridors, in streets, or in care homes but is that wonder of what life was like for those that suffered. Where the only reason that questions are asked is because people don't have to experience what it's like to have to lose a loved one to this disease. Where hands can feed their own mouths, where brains don't shut down, where people recognise the sound of their own voice, their reflection, where mirrors don't scream rejection.

I am walking for a time when people have a sense of time, of the date, of the year, where they don't live in fear of a diagnosis that stamps them with an expiration date, that defines and underlines the heavy hearted fate they are yet to await.

Where the only memories lost are the memory loss of what these symptoms and statistics sound like.
Where the only thing misplaced is the difficulties faced, because no one has to endure this illness anymore.
I am walking for a world without dementia.

Any and all donations welcome.

Thank you.
Aug 2017 · 2.0k
On Saturn it rains diamonds
Hayleigh Aug 2017
I've seen endless galaxies in her eyes,
And I have felt entire hemispheres
Hot and burning
Upon our lips,
The sun and the stars,
Consummating, constellating
Between her hips.
Aug 2017 · 557
Hayleigh Aug 2017
My shoulders have never been big enough to carry the weight of the worlds.

My heart
Has spent a thousand lifetimes travelling with them on its back.
Aug 2017 · 991
Hayleigh Aug 2017
Tell me how I keep finding you in places we've never been*?
Jun 2017 · 756
Hayleigh Jun 2017
I will never stop fighting to find the sunshine in my veins.
Jun 2017 · 724
Hayleigh Jun 2017
When she touches me,
It is not just my skin she scathes,
It is my soul.
Hayleigh Jun 2017
Darling, you need never feel blue,
I'll slice up the sun
And serve it on a platter for you.
Jun 2017 · 1.4k
10w on Poetry
Hayleigh Jun 2017
No one has ever held me the way words do*.
May 2017 · 565
Hayleigh May 2017
Loving her comes as naturally as breathing,
I inhale her and exhale her
Every single time.
Love lesbian lesbians heart world beautiful my girl metaphor
Hayleigh May 2017
All* of the good
All of the bad
All of you
May 2017 · 3.1k
Hayleigh May 2017
I held her in my arms
Watched the sunrise in her eyes.
May 2017 · 728
Hayleigh May 2017
She pinned me to the wall
Breath heavy, legs a p a r t
Like the most beautiful canvas
Begging for art.
May 2017 · 468
Hayleigh May 2017
She made me feel as though I could climb mountains and from them,
dive straight into oceans.
Hayleigh Apr 2017
I thought if i held her tight enough
That maybe, just maybe
in that moment
I would be able to scrape the splinters, the shards, the shredded, severed pieces
And cram them together in my arms
That maybe, just maybe, I could stop her falling apart.

I was wrong.
Mar 2017 · 882
Hayleigh Mar 2017
She laid landmines in my skull that detonated weeks later*.
Feb 2017 · 574
Hayleigh Feb 2017
I wanted to take my letters back
Unravel the words I'd left
Draped around your neck.
Feb 2017 · 651
10w poem
Hayleigh Feb 2017
Hold my hand.

Let's run through the fields of regret.
Jan 2017 · 1.1k
Hayleigh Jan 2017
Please do not think I will run from your anxieties.
In fact I will do entirely the opposite.
I will open the door,
I will invite them in,
And I will stand there, strong, steadfast, stouthearted
And I will stare them in the face.
Not for you, but with you, hand in hand.
I will be there at the end of the day to tell you you're amazing.
And that all those things you think make you weak, prove just how strong you are.
I'm not saying we'll move mountains together, I am telling you that despite the rain, the sunshine, the rocky terrain, the laughter, the tears, the heartache, the pain, I will be here, time and time again.
To remind you
That every time you walk into a room, you don't just light it up,
You set it on fire.

I won't ever stop trying to build bridges over the canyons in your soul.
Jan 2017 · 534
Hayleigh Jan 2017
I'll make masterpieces out of you, if only you'll let me.
Jan 2017 · 647
Hayleigh Jan 2017
How many times can I cut myself in syllables and bleed in sentences?
Dec 2016 · 952
Hayleigh Dec 2016
She melts in between my lips
With the urgency and beauty
Of snowflakes on fingertips.
Dec 2016 · 606
Hayleigh Dec 2016
you will always be my favourite piece of poetry.
Dec 2016 · 809
Heartbreak chapter vi
Hayleigh Dec 2016
It is not your fault that he could not recognise the entire cities you set on fire every time you spoke his name.
Dec 2016 · 756
Heartbreak chapter v
Hayleigh Dec 2016
The more I try to forget, the more I remember.

Nothing will ever take away the feeling of your heart in my hands.
Dec 2016 · 779
Heartbreak chapter iv
Hayleigh Dec 2016
Every morning I wake up,
I lose you all over again.

How many times do I have to let you go?
Nov 2016 · 4.8k
Heartbreak chapter iii
Hayleigh Nov 2016
One day you'll find someone who makes all those broken pieces of your heart feel like the most beautiful jigsaw in the world, who cherishes your cracks and fills them with gold dust.

She wasn't wrong when she said you deserved better.
Nov 2016 · 3.6k
Heartbreak chapter ii
Hayleigh Nov 2016
Sometimes we allow people to build homes in our hearts and sometimes, for one reason or another, we cannot build them in theirs, no matter how hard we try.

I learnt the hard way.
Nov 2016 · 5.7k
Heartbreak chapter i
Hayleigh Nov 2016
I refuse to spill my heart over any more pages for you.

How do I heal if I break every time I feel?
Nov 2016 · 621
Whatever you want me to be.
Hayleigh Nov 2016
I can still feel his hands
around my heart.
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