You to whom, I
am lost, the remaining pain
will fetch the grace―
poise and dignity of
ending.

The future lies in―
the halo of the hill, where
the blood was spilled last night.

A black spot on the sun was
enlarging. I spell your name
in a bird song, that croons
tirelessly in timeless dawn.

The moon drenched lake
wails for the boat not to come.

What If I was to write you a poem?
Free of metaphores and similes.

What If i was to write you a poem?
Where the truth lay without fear or expectation.

What if I was to write you a poem?
Where every simple word made you feel at home.

What if I was to write you a poem?
That said your heart is safe with me.

If I could write you a poem,
There would be no strings attached.

If I could write you a poem,
You'd know what I was trying to say.

The simple words of that poem would read,
Put simply, I love you, I'm hoping that you stay.

... I've been here all along!
My atoms were there for the big bang.
Through black holes and galaxies.
A 7 billion year journey across the universe.

My atoms were made in the belly of a star.
A celestial being imploded so life was free to be.
Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, that star would resurrect.
Like a bad time lapse on the BBC those elements I collect.

I've been here all along, here I'll always be!
But you have made me scared, time ticks to fast to see.
If there's no 4th dimension, I can't come back to you.
And If our last kiss has passed me by, eternity will cease to be.

I never wanted
To be the girl
Who wanted anything more
Than a friendship
But here I am
Head on the chest
Of nothing less
Than the love
Of my life.

You ask me why I'm reluctant to give you your shirt back.
I smile, "it's mine, I claim it!" I bury my face to hide reddening cheeks.
Truth be told, that shirt is evidence that you've been here before.
That shirt is proof that I found perfection.
Proof beyond doubt that I'm not dreaming.
So when you're gone, I'll smell you in the threads.
And in those threads there is hope.
Hope that my eternity has your name on!

I was a prince charming, my armour impenetrable.
A long line of defeated boys lay slain by my side.
I was untouchable, untouched. I was loved but I refused to love.

My mother died in front of my eyes, 22 years on she still treats me like a child.
She's still trying to make me into something better than anything I'll ever be.
That way she'd have something else to look at when she looked at me.
No longer would my father ghosts linger upon my features.

I built my self a fortress, a cold heart guarded by a switchblade tounge.
My army of lies made sure nobody got too close.
I used 'casual' to wage war against myself in beds all over town.

Don't turn off the light, my dear, I'm afraid of the dark.
Shadows that lurk, ghosts that walk by, cold voices speak with the breath of night.
Wrap your arms around me and I'll bathe in your light.
For dark or day, nothing can hurt me, encompassed in your warmth, I know you'll stay!