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Jan 2019 · 841
Pillowtalk.
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
It's three am again, we've become well accuainted.
After rubbing elbows with the moon, I closed my eyes.
I feel your arm wrap around my waist, tugging my mouth into a sleepy smile.
I feel your lips grace my neck, the wetness feels like liquid gold.

My skin is covered in golden threads of your beautiful silken words.
I push my body back onto yours, all at once I was nestled in the cacoon of your safety.
My breath drew quick, shallow.
My skin burned.
My back arched, my wrist ached!
I rolled over to whisper sweet nothings between kisses.
But I just found cotton, and the loneliness of pillow talk...
Jan 2019 · 958
Overflowing ink....
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
I wish I could stop writing about you.
But a dark ink, wells up overflowing the ***.
My hands scoop the ink frantically so I am consumed.
As if hiding in this *** of thoughts as black as a night sky.
There's words woven out of stardust.


~...Words that would make you love me...~
Jan 2019 · 383
Just a thought...
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
I sometimes wonder if I want you because I can't have you?

I'll love you forever as you're eternally pure.

You're the one who got away, to leave me asking forever more.

Maybe you like keeping me here, distantly in love.

So, I'll forever dream of you, and never taste the disappointment that comes with trust.
Jan 2019 · 1.1k
Don't date a writer.
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
Is this what writers do?
Lure their readers to a false sense of security?

You know that I'm in love with you.
So you, with insincerity, play my heart strings like poetry.
Jan 2019 · 303
Stillness
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
Im not really dead yet.
My chest rises and falls.
The breath escapes from my lungs, the air curls into ghosts of you.
Empty I loves as icy as your heart.

I won't be planning a funeral.
Doctors won't be pulling a sheet over my head.
There is life between my rib cage, it beats soft like a cats swishing tail.
There is life here, im apathetically not dead.

There is life here but not like with you.
Memories are haunting, like craving for water alone in the desert.
There is no LIFE here, only the stillness you left.
Jan 2019 · 624
Eyes open.
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
Kissing with your eyes closed is a fine line.
Kissing with your eyes open is creepy.
It's seen as insincere and unnatural.

But you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And if I ever got to kiss you I fear I'd have to sneak peaks so I know I'm not still dreaming.

These wishes and ponderings belong to a broken heart.
My cracked lips and tear reddened eyes know better.
My dear heart and hands, they're begging you to let this go.

Let him go. Release me.
Jan 2019 · 1.2k
I wish I hadn't told you.
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
I really wish I hadn't told you.
I wish in ignorance you'd still call me 'm'lady'
So I could pretend, for a second, I was your lady.
Running away with you in my head, is better than not at all.
Jan 2019 · 148
Parasites
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
The heart is an over-used analogy for love.
besides, parasites are more fitting.

Like a flatworm, you're under my skin.
But theres no doctor who can get you out.
Scientists don't speak of how you got in.

A new discovery, nothing to stop you devouring me.
Dec 2018 · 916
Vent.
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
I dug around in your graveyard heart.
I took myself back.

You can take your vacuous words, your pigeon chest and balding hair.

And you can *******.
Dec 2018 · 585
Hungover Heartache!
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
Loving you was like being drunk.
Not love drunk.
A navy sailor forgetting his own name kinda drunk.

Maybe I be a navy sailor, my submarine has surfaced.
Battered ****** from a war you raged.
I can see the sun above the lapping water.

I feel your entitlement crumble away from me.
The sun was never 'yours', neither was i.
This vast ocean was trying to drown you first.

If I would have known, I'd of kicked you off this ship.
Made you walk the creaking of plank lies you made.
My body is a vessel you can not sail! Can not command, Pilot!

My sober head aches, the *** leaches away and gifts me clarity.
I've been drunk this entire time!
My heart is not broken, just hungover!
Dec 2018 · 176
This pain is a love
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
After much contemplation,
Self-preservation and intent meditation.

After many 3am meetings with the moon, many stitches holding me together after I pulled me apart.

After much soul searching and crippling doubt, Many silent poem designed put these flames out.

I befriended surrender!

I will love you forever as forever doesn't exist. I could be here tomorrow or walk into deaths mist.

Though loving you hurts its a pain that I know. It never leaves my side and like love it will grow.

Unlike you this pain loves me back, ill give myself up to it. A relationship of misery seems to be a must, so like a normal marriage for the one I can't have I'll always lust.
Dec 2018 · 267
Im in love with you.
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
Cvnjuggg mend old pots with gold.
I try to mend you with love.
I pour it from me as if my ocean is endless.
I wrap you up and fold you, I nestle you safe under my skin.
But you remain cold and I can't get through.
I'm in love with you, im in love with you. I'm in love with you.
But my little heart can't stop the flood in its little raft.
Though your close, you're too far to save me....
Dec 2018 · 205
Your favourite book
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
I am lost again.
Lost between the pages of your favourite book.
I can see us between the lines.
You, the gentleman filled with magic and heroism.
Me, the lady you're falling in love with, but know you'll loose.
And somehow they will be the sweetest tears.

In reality, im curled up alone, reading your favourite book.
Seeing us between the lines.
And ill cry sweet tears, as watching them fall apart.
Is better than acepecting we'll never start.
Dec 2018 · 1.4k
My dating account ...
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
If my dating account was real it would say...

None of you people are the person I'm in love with.

You're just a distraction.

Then I ask myself.

Who are you in love with?
Dec 2018 · 276
My favourite line
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
They asked me to read them my favourite line...

Your name rolled off my tounge
Dec 2018 · 275
Darkness
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
I feel it welling up again.
Like a darkness that lurks outside tightly closed eyes.
My hands cover my ears, but my hammering heart destroys the deafening silence.

Beat. Beat. Beat .

Anatomical. Like clock work.
No doubt that I'll survive.
But will I live while I still have time?
My mind feels like no friend if mine.
Dec 2018 · 519
Jigsaw
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
You are not the one!
Were you ever the one?
Was I ever in love with you?
Or just in love with your validation?

For we are puzzle prices from different problems.
I can't figure you out.
Our edges touch seamlessly but in your world I'll never fit.

You are not the one, not matter much we push.
I think its best we move on.
You go back to the centre of your universe.
And ill find my place on my own.
Dec 2018 · 180
If i was a tree
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
Even a great, wise oak is not fully alive.
The dying parts of its insides toughen up to become protection.
Even when cuddled up under its shade, you can't touch its soul.
You carved your name into my sides, so I knew what hollow meant when you left.
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
Maybe the greatest thing we'll ever learn is just to love, but the luckiest is to be loved in return.

For love, real love is unconditional. Not time dependent. Least dependent upon reciprocity.

For when we declare that this world is over and its too late. Ill wait for you at those pearly gates.
For my greatest thing was to see your face and my favourite lesson was studying beauty that hides there.
And ill laugh how lucks not been my lady this life...
Dec 2018 · 295
Bound to you.
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
You are a theif, a liar, cruel.
You've got me captive and stolen my mind.
I spend my days lost in worlds I dream up.
Worlds that revolve around you.

You've got me bound to you.
You may not even be around but im still bound.
And I'm slowly realising i stand no chance of being with or without you.
I'm in love with you and you're in love with me being in love with you....
Dec 2018 · 574
What if...
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
What if the princess was in love with the beast all along?
Dec 2018 · 1.1k
Taught behaviors.
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
Even when my skull vibrates from the screaming in my head.

I will wrap my sturdy arms around me, fear and all, fear especially.

I will whisper, quiet but sure "I will not hurt myself the way they did."

I.
      Will.
                  NOT.
                    ­                 Hurt.
                                                           Myself!
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
I can save myself.
'salva te ipsa' marks my arm, a reclamation, declaration, that this body is mine!

I can love myself.
I can love myself so feircly that not even a thunderstorm dare rain on me.

I can fix my own ******* crown.
For it was my war-torn hands that placed it upon my head.

I can save myself, but for now, I'll tell the truth.
Saving myself means peace and contentment.

It does not mean having you.

Loving you is bittersweet, for this loneliness without you is all consuming.

Though you are unattainable.
You are the most beautiful start-lit sky.
Uncomparable, fleeting.
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
I can save myself.
'salva te ipsa' marks my arm, a reclamation, declaration, that this body is mine!

I can love myself.
I can love myself so feircly that not even a thunderstorm dare rain on me.

I can fix my own ******* crown.
For it was my war-torn haands that placed it upon my head.
Dec 2018 · 160
Salva te ipsa pt1
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
I feel vacant again, Can’t stop blowing my brains out.
Mt triggers pull the trigger and my 24 years young, old hands tend my wounds.
Despairation hollows out my mind the way hunger knots the stomach.
My war-torn fingers march back through no-mans land, they’re dancing through a mine-field of trauma.
The only dance they’ve ever known.
In this desserted land mirages are deceitful, like hallucinations are liars.
Like ‘swallow this bitter water called ‘coping mechanisms’ doesn’t sound like ‘you’re destroying yourself’
Nov 2018 · 249
How I know I love you....
Amanda Francis Nov 2018
There are ten reasons that I know I am well and truly in love with you.

1) I’m binge watching poetry! Not because you’re a poet, nor am I. But because something has awoke in the pit of my stomach. A flicker at first, a small flame licking at my frozen bones. Trying to thaw out the trauma from those who trespassed before you. I realise, you never trespassed, you were welcome all along.

2) Three years on, the small flame has engulfed my whole being. Powerful and raging! I’m all consumed and obsessive, my tongue writes and my fingers grasp to words like they’re the only thing that can quell this inferno. Like If I can find the right ones they’ll crash over me like a Tsunami reviving a dessert.

3) When the silence falls I forget the fire still burns, like someone has taken my oxygen and I can’t breathe. There is just embers, lying in wait. In these times I don’t know if I’m the dessert or the Tsunami. I guess that depends on what you want from me. A parting of my coping mechanism hinged knees, or a trek across my arid heart.

4) It’s so easy to be with you. As easy as, eating an entire family sized bar supposedly made for sharing, but far less easy to share. As easy as sleeping 12 hours during a depressive episode. As easy as looking into the early morning light on a perfectly autumnal day and daydreaming about what colour our wedding will be.

5) We are birds of a feather. So you say. I imagine a phoenix, rising up from the pain to fly and sore and dance among the stars over and over again. When I look at you only mythology and magic can explain your existence for only Gods and Goddesses could create a mind as beautifully captivating as yours.

6) The overwhelming feeling you get from seeing sunsets, or clear nights, or standing under ancient wise trees. The feeling of being totally in awe and captivated and small. Like the ocean allures you into falling and leaving your inhibitions behind. You forget just how helpless you’re going to be, blinded by the beauty. Forgetting, the ocean simply cannot love you back.

7) I remember little things, like how you don’t like tea. I’m grateful for big things like you can confide in me. I look forward to seeing you, even when we have no plans.

8) To me you are a lullaby, my anxiety and fears drift off to sleep when you’re around. I wish I could lay with you forever, just bask In your presence and savour the delicious delight of simply being human.

9) I’m not going to edit these words, raw and untouched. But I won’t tell you the whole story, I won’t even show you this. “too much truth can confuse the facts, make you sound insincere”

10) These are 9 reason I know I’m well and truly in love with you.

10! I only need one reason to know I’ll love you forever.
*This is unconditional. This is unrequited. *
I can forever dream, free from the vicious grasp of reality. My delusions of loving you will never be spoiled. And if daydreaming is as close as I’ll ever get to you then I’m going to start sleeping on the floor, drinking caffeine before bed, watching horror movies after dark.  Because even though its only in my mind, in my waking hours, this love is my favourite part!
Jul 2018 · 141
Mind feild.
Amanda Francis Jul 2018
My thoughts explode like forgotten shells.
Trapdoors and boobie traps lurk in the mundane.
Insidious memories visit me undet the cover of sleep.
Ive not woken up for days.

I cant get you out if my head. I cant get my. Words out my mouth.
May 2018 · 116
Love me....
Amanda Francis May 2018
Love me I'm desperate.
Be a father figure.
Be a friend.
Be a lover.
Be someone who loves to hate me,
just
love
me.

Love me, I need it.
You dont have to mean it.
Be a mother figure.
Be a teacher.

Love me, just lie.
your words stay low,
my hopes stay high.
Amanda Francis May 2018
I wish that I could love you less.
I bleed myself dry to please you.
I carve you ivory from my ribs.
I fast for days to gorge on fantasies of you.

You are like a riddle, you speak in tounges.
My face screws up and warning lights blind me.
This riddle I can not win,  you can not love.

I'll spend my life reading between your lines.
Looking for the point between your circles.
I wont have to look for you for long.
You are a dot-to-dot to my digging my grave.
May 2018 · 188
Swallowing nails..
Amanda Francis May 2018
My loneliness turned to desperation.
My ears bled straining to find you.
My desperation turned to hunger.
I found you in the bottom of an old toolbox.
I've been swallowing nails ever since.
May 2018 · 110
Vessels ...
Amanda Francis May 2018
Maybe my body is just a vessel for life to flow through.

Maybe the best medicine is to feel this passage of time.
Apr 2018 · 112
Sympotoms of loving you
Amanda Francis Apr 2018
I wonder if loving you was a symptom.
A desperate longing for the other end if the rain bow.
You were never a *** of gold, such purity can't lie.
Your colours arched over me,  blinding me.
I didn't see your lurked in the grey between.

Memories fade from me and I wonder if Ill miss the crazy that maybe you could be the one that makes me save me
Amanda Francis Apr 2018
Save yourself for yourself.
He was never listening.

Hold your own hands, your arms are strong enough to wrap you.
remember, his were cold anyway.

Be honest with yourself. Always.
You know you dont trust him.

You remember all those long walk on the beach?
Staying up late and talking for hours?

You remember that sense of home, whereever you two went.
Just remember that that was not him.

Let go of your fear of abandonement.
There nothing to fear if you love yourself.

It's been another long night, dimmed bath room lights.
Puffy red eyes stare back from a broken mirror, a broken mind.
Mar 2018 · 162
DeVoid
Amanda Francis Mar 2018
This is getting sour; your faceless face always watching.
The darkness breaks me when sleep won't come.
You bring the monsters with me and you watch every hour.

Loving you has made me crazy.
Being crazy has made me devoid of love.
These ******* got a grip on me, I'm tongue tied and I can't speak.

But if I did your ears fall deaf, because nice can't hold tortured.
You're not dark enough to see my light.
You're too heavy to find the right angles, I can't get the light to hit us.
There is no sepia tone that can capture the illusion of romance we see.
PTSD anxiety relationship unrelatable easy
Mar 2018 · 242
Locked in lust
Amanda Francis Mar 2018
Here I...
Here I..He...Here I ***...
and here I go again.

Lust. I must have you.
But you are beyond forbidden.

I will never be forgiven for these sins.
Stolen pictures of you on my phone.

My boyfriend is getting a ego.
He doesn't know In my head,
it's you I'm ******* instead.

I thought addictions were physical.
But I've never tasted you on my tongue.

I can't stop wishing I could taste you on my tongue.
Amanda Francis Mar 2018
You should not be on my mind,
lips on hips,
between my thighs.
Your tounge should not be searching for my blackend soul.
You're a pill..... I swollowed whole.
Intoxicated, I'm addicted, I'm obsessive, loosing control.

A hatred for the girls who sleep,
they speak the truth,
they moan free.
She has something i'll never have. living thoughts driving me mad.
My calls for you fall upon deaf ears,  my boys sleeps like theres no fears.
In my dreams and waking hours, I'm yours to take and to devour.
Mar 2018 · 288
Sinking sand
Amanda Francis Mar 2018
My fantasies have become very strange, I disturb myself at least once a day.

I imagine, my helpless body sinking. Sinking down deeper into an unknown. A memory of the only breath that would last a lifetime. A lifetime two minutes long.

I go to the library to find peace of mind, to find myself in the pages of a medical journal.
On the pages will be blooms of hope in the names of tablets that can ease my worried mind.

The cold sludge will embrace me tightly. Covering my eyes so I can't see any of the pain anymore. Holding my limbs tight, to remind me that its always there. That deaths embrace is certain. That I will be at peace.

Papercuts cover my frantically searching hands, like warriors. They're fighting for my life, a war against myself. Cramming pages into my eyes and plugging my ears with facts. A Freudian overload, a desperate attempt to medicalise my state of mind.

The thick taste of salty sand fills my mouth, my breath gasps, my involuntary reflex to save my life. The silence comes, the voices fade away. Its bittersweet that my death brings my every fantasy.

They clatter as they hit the sink, prescribed nonsense designed to pull me into myself. Make me more compliant. Dig my own hole deeper. Make me easier for society to swallow, for you to deal with. My hands have finally saved me, poured away the mind-altering remedies. Showed me the only thing I ever needed was already part of me.
Amanda Francis Mar 2018
I went to bed with flowers in my hands and woke up carressing a rifle.
My delusion of self can offer me no help, cause you've been twisting sides.
Making me fall in love with you, you're waging a war of lies.

Cold metal sooths open wounds, I never knew you could be this cruel.
fragments of the mirror stare back at the fragments that remain.
Theres nothing I can see that looks anything like me.

So' I'm wondering where I am and who you are?
and when this ever got this far?
I idolised you and now i despise everything you do.
I can't stop myself asking, am I falling out of love with you?
Mar 2018 · 461
!Bloomin' Mind
Amanda Francis Mar 2018
There is a garden in my mind, where nothings' quite dead, nothings' quite alive.
Even on summers days, birds refuse to sing and the melancholy clouds refuse to blow away.
A glorious fountain that once shimmered with liquid gold, is as dry as the desert in August.
A laughter still travels on the wind, a relentless storm of memories still haunts me.
Amanda Francis Feb 2018
I keep drinking coffee.
I keep thinking I shouldnt.
I keep falling in love with you.
I keep wishing I wouldnt.
Because like my murmer, you keep missing beats.
I fill you with love but you're full of deceit.
You say your futures with me, were perfect together.
But simple conversation is exhaugsting. how can we handle forever?
Nov 2017 · 709
My cactus
Amanda Francis Nov 2017
You are like a cacti.
Everytime you touch me i bleed.
Yet.
I will water you with love and marvel at your blood red blooms.
Unfinished
Oct 2017 · 396
Covet!
Amanda Francis Oct 2017
Yearning is a special kind of craving. A craving of the soul.
A desire ancient and wise unto its own right, no need for justification.

I yearn for another hand to rest my head in. My hands strain to stop you racing around my brain.

Possession is a strong word, and clone may be stronger still.

But if I could split myself in two, I would be untouchable. I'd give her my better parts and she'd protect me like I believed you'd do.

Life, normallity, sanity how I covet you!
Oct 2017 · 1.9k
Antibiotics.
Amanda Francis Oct 2017
Antibiotics may be the greatest discovery of human kind.
Lord knows its saved our soul many of times!
Its halo can be seen in a petri dish.
In the smiles of children on hospital wards.

But antibiotics aren't just drugs, or are you my drug?

Because your halo is keeping bad things away from me, my petri dish is clean!
Yet, the goodness is seeping from my bones and I get weaker with every day that I'm in love with you.

To my antibiotic, resistance is futile but finishing the course might **** me.
Sep 2017 · 252
Illegal (unfinished)
Amanda Francis Sep 2017
Your body is more than quick cash, let your hands roam down.
Down past your scars, where words sank like barbed wire.
Past food banks and  beqtings, past rapes amd mistreatings.
Your body is not for sale, you are not alive for profit.
Jun 2017 · 377
12w story; free-falling
Amanda Francis Jun 2017
Im here.
The closest you can be to insanity without the diagnoses.
May 2017 · 573
Vulnerable
Amanda Francis May 2017
A strange sensation crawls beneath my skin, it's not something I've known before.
A claustrophobia that equates to a 1 by 1 concrete box. No windows.
A paranoia as vicious as a horror-movie induced glance around a familiar room.

Fire-breathing dragons soar through my nights, setting ablaze our days.
Our perfect, storybook romance, too perfect.

Flesh wounds that never healed.
Septic bandages tight around my ears.

Imprisoning his poison dripping words inside my head, like the parasitic maggot he was, they bore deeper into my sanity.

His monsters in my head won't let you in. Their screams drown out the reality of your safety.

How I feel is on the tip of my tongue, cowering behind heaving ribs.
Vulnerable.
Apr 2017 · 381
Thank you! xx
Amanda Francis Apr 2017
You already know im in love with you.
But did you know that loving you, like i do,
has showed me how to love me too?
Apr 2017 · 1.3k
If I were lego..
Amanda Francis Apr 2017
If i had just one wish.
I'd be a mind reading lego character.
And youd be lego too.

Id listen to your every wish.
Rearrange my broken bricks, spare hair clicks too.
Id build the girl you dream of.
Apr 2017 · 278
A thought...
Amanda Francis Apr 2017
There is to much of a good thing!
A good thing.
Good.

But you, you are simply perfect.
Apr 2017 · 329
I will
Amanda Francis Apr 2017
I will turn my skin inside out.
Bathe my skull in acid.
Tear my nails from their beds, for use as nails in my coffin.
Grind my teeth for confetti at my funeral.
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