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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.
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.
Amanda Francis Sep 2016
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.
Amanda Francis Jun 2016
Your text came at 2 in the morning, the light from the screen blinded me.
Your pretty face staring back at me with a note,
a plea for meaningless conversation.
The usual thoughts raced through my head, like illuminated windows of the steam train crashing through my beating heart.
But the once erratic porcelain is still.
The tea trolley of emotion that rattled through my dreams in finally empty.
I'm done waiting for you. Midnight text-spiration!
Amanda Francis Jul 2016
Some people say that they will give you the world!
Forgetting the world exists inside of your head,
with every sense, behind our eyes we create the universe...

Silken shirt slides over bare shoulders, my soul rests upon my skin.
Secrets lay between my thighs and you eat them as if they taste of truth.
A quickening pulse, shaking hands. My body language hides words in the hollows of my neck,
but your tongue can't decode the difference between ******* and falling.
Amanda Francis Mar 2016
Sometimes I fear for how long my sanity has left.
How long will my dreams shield me from reality?
Amanda Francis Oct 2019
I feel the warmth of the winter sun on my face.
The muted sunset is glorious, in that it induces hope of a new tomorrow.
I pull my grey scarf around me tight, feel the fabric fall down my back.
The weight is like an arm that only rested there in my dreams.
Grey sand pushes up to nestle between my toes, and my feet wiggle into the loving embrace of the earth.
The wind whips the waves that come crashing down onto the rocks not too far away.
The beach is deserted with only its self for love.
Memories of young lovers laughing their sweet music and filling the air with candyfloss kisses.
But I remained.
My dust buried heart was cast in darkness when the young lover left with some other summer.
and in winter I'll remain.
Happy and incomplete.
Amanda Francis Jun 2019
I love you is the heaviest and vastest sentence I know.

I spend my days trying to work out if im being crushed under it.

... Or drowning in it.
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
Home; different from a house as there is more than walls to keep you warm.
Home; where the smiles upon your favourite faces shine brighter than the highest watt bulb.
Home; blanket dens and too many pillows, crumbs in the bed and laughing louder than the storm!
Home;  where the monsters dare not tread because here your heart and soul are strongest!

*
Home is where ever I'm with you!
Amanda Francis Feb 2019
Loving you is making me crazy.
Some days all I have is a head full of maybe.
Unconditional fits in my mouth like your hand does in mine.
Alone, my hands search through your puzzles trying to find peace of mind.
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!
Amanda Francis Jan 2016
I waited for you, again.
I told myself that you’re not coming, that you didn’t mean anything you said.
I was right, yet, here I am waiting for you.
I tell myself you're like a cat, that I can love you ferociously with all my heart.
But, I keep forgetting to listen when I say I can only love you from a far…
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!
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
'I don't want anyone to get hurt'
Your words as sharp as the knife you're twisting...
Amanda Francis Sep 2019
I don't know how to write poetry like I don't know how to kiss you.

Our lips touch, my heart races, but my hands don't know how closely I am able to hold on to you.

If I could write poems I'd tell you how holding you close feels like finding a life jacket when you're lost at sea.

I'd tell you how your smile is the safest place I have ever known. That I've decorated the walls of my heart with your memories so I have somewhere to call home.

But I can't.

When you're around my body becomes a garden.

Butterflies dance around wildly in my stomach, through a meadow of delusion.

Vines grow and twist around my heart, in the same way that they make old ruins beautiful.

My tongue is paradise.

A thousand blooms unfurling in your sunlight, a bed of velvet soft petals with the sweetest nectar you're only too happy to devour.

You gorge away on the sweetest fruits, th nectar, you take your cuttings for ornaments. And when youre done you leave.

Darkness follows in your wake, my eyes become waterfalls, washing any colour that remained until there is only grey.

I can't kiss you. Because I know that afterwards there is a storm without parallel. I know resting my hand on your skin is no longer a silent I love you. More like a moth flying to close to the flame.

And I can't write a poem, because when you leave me, there is nothing left...
Amanda Francis Jun 2016
My fingers itch, pacing, they dream of controlling the pen.
My tongue flicks impatiently, waiting for the words to roll off.
My heart beats to give my soul music to dance too.

...But somehow, I can't write you...

Your eyes, mirrors that reflect my every flaw in perfect light.
Your hands, a glue to hold me together when my shattered shards shiver
Your arms, a majestic Oak, to hold me close and cover me with a childhood hope and wonderment.

...But somehow, I can't write you...

Your heart, an unattainable magic not to be held by porous people like me.
Your legs, tall towers which block the sun from ever kissing my skin
Your stomach, a graveyard of hope from all the lovers that went before me

...But somehow, I can't write you...
you're impossible.
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
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.
Amanda Francis Oct 2016
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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....
Amanda Francis Apr 2016
You.
You were an echo that shock my world.
I, an explorer gasping in awe of your beauty.
You, an avalanche to trap me here forever.
Your roaring resounds in my ears, words cascading down my self confidence.
You’re rocks, tumbling away from me.
A Hollywood classic, a thriller, a thrill seeking adventure, a true story…
Me, a disaster, a ‘warning: cliff edge’ sign, a fatality waiting to happen.
For I am incomplete without you, and erosion got to ‘us’ first..
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.
Amanda Francis Apr 2016
"Don’t meet anyone offline”* I say “They're all weirdos”
Though I’ve been a serial dater and frequent Tinderer for some time.
I couldn’t tell you the number of lips mine have pushed up against.
Nor could I tell you the names of the people they were attached too.

There’s been nice guys and bad boys and girlie girls and “show me your *** toys?”
There have been casual hook ups and dates, movie nights and lets be mates.
There have been people who have felt more at home in my skin than I do
There has been a little bit of everything, and a whole lot of nothing at all!
Amanda Francis Jul 2016
Its only when I try to breathe you in, that I realize.
                                                    
  ­I can't breathe deep enough.
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.
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.
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.
Amanda Francis Jan 2017
January blues are bittersweet,
Red berries stand resistant to the mourning frost.
death lingers amongst the trees, reigning over a white paradise.
A delicate green **** blows like a flag in the snow, refusing to surrender.

A paradise lays amongst the remains for those willing to see.
cradled in the arms of a great oak, under a blanket of a thousand stars.
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
There is no one I am more jealous of than your ex-girlfriend.

... Except your next one.
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.
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.
Amanda Francis Oct 2016
"A flea has smaller fleas that on him prey, and these have smaller still to bite em , and so proceed as infinitum" ~ johnathon swift!
Didn't wanna forget this line.
Amanda Francis Apr 2019
Let her go.
You're draining the life from her.
Blood red, petals drift to the ground.
Wilting.
Curling.
Finding stillness and turning to monochrome.

Let her go.
Beating.
Slow and lazy.
Beating.
Its barely there.
The world falls to stillness around her.
The inside of a glass tomb.
People will morn, maybe even you.

Let her go.
Your embrace is too strong.
Unforgiving.
You don't want her anyway, let her be free.
Controlling her doesn't fix you.
Controlling her won't make you love you.

Let her go.
She's fading to numbness.
A slow thud.
Survival.
Love?
This isn't love.

**But this is loving you
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.
Amanda Francis Feb 2017
Thoughts of you linger, time with you is instantaneous.
Alone was a whose beauty only I could ponder.
Loneliness, an elephant in the corner of my mind.
Loneliness, a ferocious beast keeping them out.
Keeping me in.
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 Jan 2016
Back and Fourth I swing, my better sides hiding in the trenches of my mind.
My body is no mans land, caught between myself and I.
Violent vocabulary and assaulting alliteration load the barrels of my tongue.
This is self-protection, I'm burdened with armors against affection.
I spew sarcasm with venom, cold-blooded and serpentine.

You're the antidote and if I could I'd make you mine.
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
I decided to name my loneliness after you.
Then you'll always be here as if you love me too.
Amanda Francis Mar 2016
A cool sensation washes over my feet, shockingly cold, yet, refreshing.
Sand grains squelch between my toes as I sink deeper into the hidden earth.
A gentle warmth rushes over my skin as the suns rays tantalize me with promises of the coming day.

But when I open my eyes, my feet are as dry as the dessert
...
Longing for the rain.
Amanda Francis Sep 2016
Time is like a really forgetful friend.
They're always there, but, you daren't ask them to hold your car keys.
And you call them when you're on your way, to remind them.

But, forgetfullness can be contagious, and you can't always remember how much you had to begin with!
Suddenly years have slipped by and you don't know where they went.
Your body is cold and can't remember where you're buried.

Life becomes a crime scene, fingerprints tell of misplaced memories.
Nostalgia hits only when you find the missing pieces, like your smile.
And only when I hold your hand, I know all my missing pieces are safe within you!
Amanda Francis Jun 2019
First you fall in love...

Then you land on the jagged shards of your delusions.
Amanda Francis Oct 2016
To write about love is cliche.
But, without love, what are we?
Nothing.
We are nothing!
Amanda Francis Jun 2016
To me you’re a mystery that I must know everything about!
I want to watch as sleep becomes your shape and my world rests.
To lay in your presence and hear the words that fall from your lips like petals.
For the butterflies in my stomach can’t resist the nectar of your mind.

When our fingers are entwined, I can’t deny that we are made of stardust.
For you planets would align, Day and Night would take a back seat to watch you shine.
For you are a supernova to which no supernova can compare!
So I grapple with metaphors and similes’, though I know explaining your beauty is akin to breathing without air.

We kissed in all the beautiful places and you planted seeds in my mouth.
Between my teeth a garden of blood-stained white roses grew.
Nothing is safe in the vastness of time, in your eyes a flood to rip us asunder.
My body bares scars from your thunder and I know why storms are named after people like you!
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 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.
Amanda Francis Sep 2016
Everyday without you feel like a waste of time...
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