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249 · Jul 2016
I'll be yours...
Amanda Francis Jul 2016
In my mind there is a secret garden that will never end,
A sea of colour will bloom, petals will open up to enchant you and winter will never lay its bitter frost.
Grand oaks that boast a thousand years and too many stories for one lifetime will offer shade for your weary head.

I will protect you.

There will be a gentle breeze to caress your skin when the beating Sun becomes to much.
You can walk barefoot here, free and beautiful like nature always intended you to be.

I will be your safety.

You can pick my greatest blossoms, crush them and wear them to fragrance your perfect skin.
Wear me and take me everywhere you go.
Drag my liquid body across your chest so I can lay close to your heart, where my pounding head calls home.

I will be yours.
246 · Mar 2019
Still.
Amanda Francis Mar 2019
I want to leave,
Because I want to live.

I fear that staying still, staying here.
Is to simply exist.
246 · Nov 2016
Finite!
Amanda Francis Nov 2016
Time is a concept I wish I'd never learned.
I can read 24hr clocks and map earths orbit around the sun.
Diurnal cycles remind my fleeting heart the inevitable will come.
Words of a genius echo in my ear but "time is relevant" can't dim my fear.
246 · Feb 2016
Unfinished..
Amanda Francis Feb 2016
This is not a poem, you've filled my head with silence.
My body is filled with the shadows of a girl who once lived here.
My eyes, dust laden like the window ledges of this broken home.
I tried, but my tears dried to leave oceans in my shoes.

I thought you were safe, under the dirt, 6ft under.
I'd left you there in my graveyard of suppressed memories.
I nailed your hands to the cross of everything I can never have.
Resurrected. Three days grace. You're haunting me.

You asked me to keep you safe, so I dug a shelter in my heart.
You could fit within me perfectly and I’d carry you until the end.
You weaved a blanket of my warmth, and pulled it round you tightly.
To protect you from the storm, your last goodbye blew in on..
243 · Jun 2016
Water.
Amanda Francis Jun 2016
Some days I avoid the water.
I avoid it because I'm crippled by fear that I may not see you once more.
If I was never to see you again, I'd never forgive myself.
I'd never forgive myself for washing away all I had left of you.
240 · Dec 2018
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....
239 · Dec 2018
My favourite line
Amanda Francis Dec 2018
They asked me to read them my favourite line...

Your name rolled off my tounge
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.
234 · Jun 2019
Scars
Amanda Francis Jun 2019
And if the scars of heartbreak create a mosaic of your face.

Using binds that can't break if delusions can't shatter.

I'll look at it in the mirror, I'll note how its the only colour on my drained fragmented being.

And, I'll still see it as a masterpiece, art, beautiful.

A face that from me draws a love that knows no bounds.
233 · Jan 2019
Rollercoaster.
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
My tongue speaks in riddles my ears can't decipher.
It twists and turns, guiding a rollercoaster of emotion.
My hands protect my head during sudden drops.
As my knees crash to the floor to beg for mercy.
232 · Feb 2016
Morning ponderings
Amanda Francis Feb 2016
If you're afraid of past tense,
                           Don't let time pass....
232 · Nov 2018
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!
231 · Jan 2017
Whip
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
I will rise a pheonix from the ashes that you made of me.
My tounge will untangle itself from the knot in my stomach.
Wounds will weep from the lashing of my whip like tounge

Whip cracking, skin smacking, back lashing!
230 · Jun 2016
Writers block!
Amanda Francis Jun 2016
I want to fall in love with you!
Not because I love you,
I love the idea of you,

I want to fall in love with you.
Loving you distracts me from not loving myself.
I want to fall in love with you, to send this writers block to hell...
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229 · Sep 2017
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.
229 · Mar 2018
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.
229 · Sep 2016
Missing you.
Amanda Francis Sep 2016
Everyday without you feel like a waste of time...
224 · Jun 2016
Untitled
Amanda Francis Jun 2016
I've been trying to write a poem about you,
because even sad poetry is beautiful.
But, you've got my tongue tied as well my hands.
So now I'm just sad.
221 · Sep 2019
Worthless
Amanda Francis Sep 2019
Worthless.

You're **** right

You aint worth less!
220 · Jan 2017
Time
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
My body rotting from day one.
Death a guest star at every birthday.
215 · Jan 2017
12w story!
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
Im so busy seeing your side that i forgot where mine is!
213 · Dec 2016
Stars
Amanda Francis Dec 2016
Like a star, your light lets me live.
My world revolves around you.
Like the egyptions followed the sun gods.
I will always worship you.
213 · Jan 2017
I choose you
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
Let us talk about the little things.
I give you infinity in the infinitessimal.

Words have meaning, i mean everything i say.
A sharp tounge twists around the most powerful bullets.

Choice may be my new favourite word.
A wise man once said happiness is transitional.

My little heart floated out to sea in a paper raft.
With ores that write your name in every wave.

In this world, that knows only your name.
No storm could hope to capsize me.

For no dark day could make me choose otherwise.
For no lightening bolt can dare to compare.

On the days that my mind is lost at sea,
My heart is safe in the choice of you.

*Always
201 · Jan 2019
Hurt.
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
'I don't want anyone to get hurt'
Your words as sharp as the knife you're twisting...
201 · Jan 2017
Waiting to Evolve!
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
every word is a privilege to speak, and what a time to be alive!
After millennia of grunts and babble, language forming nonsense.
I am here, with a twisting tongue and dancing lips and a belly full of words!
Entwined in my fingers are yours, sending all the words out of my mouth at the same time.
Like a dam that's breaking, like a balloon that's bursting, until language forming nonsense comes babbling out.

I haven't evolved yet to love you like I do.
An octopus has three hearts, and my measly one is trying too hold more volume than an octopus could carry with 8!

So, when I Say I love you I mean it!
When I'm being pedantic, be patient.
Remember, language has not yet evolved to tell you how much I love you.
189 · Dec 2018
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.
179 · May 2018
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.
172 · Jan 2019
If home was an ocean
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
This longing is like needing something I can't have.
Like a homesickness so deep it's all consuming.
If I could equate you with an ocean.
I could say my only way home was to breathe underwater.
172 · Feb 2019
Life and love
Amanda Francis Feb 2019
I never knew being in love was learning how to be your friend.

I knever knew that life was learning to hold on to the end.
170 · Dec 2018
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.
154 · Dec 2018
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.
145 · May 2019
Another ...
Amanda Francis May 2019
Another pang of loneliness as i make one cup of tea.
Another uncomfortable smile from someone who isnt you.
Another rain song at my window pain.
Another blanket of melancholy to hold me under.
More tears fall on my drive to work.
Another 24 hours of fill the void with shapes that dont fit.

Another beautiful dream, one more hug. I watch you smile at someone else and I know.

Ill never stop falling in love with you.
144 · Feb 2019
inside out
Amanda Francis Feb 2019
I've been pulling at my seams lately,
trying to pick up stitches god dropped.

I tied a golden thread around my tounge,
and stiched poems of innocence.

I had hoped to mend our broken parts,
oversew our rough edges together till were complete.

But, you said my confessions made you itchy.
I'm nothing you want, and what you want I'll never be.
141 · Jan 2019
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.
136 · Mar 2018
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
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.
133 · Dec 2018
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’
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.
116 · Jul 2018
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.
111 · May 2018
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.
105 · Apr 2018
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
104 · May 2018
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.
99 · May 2019
Power
Amanda Francis May 2019
Im sorry of this is offensive but made me an obsessive.
This isnt ****** but we both know *** is power and I feel powerless

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