On the first day the lightning struck,
Piercing straight into my heart.
On the second day the thunder rumbled,
Shaking my bones in agony.
The third day followed with windy weather,
Blowing my thoughts and feelings out of proportion.
Day four brought the rain,
Flooding eyes and brains with tears and fears.
Fifth came the dull fog,
Clouding up my judgement.
Day six was pretty fine,
Everything was calming.
Day seven arrived with drought,
Drying out the hurt.
The weeks went on,
Seasons ever changing.
And as the weather grew colder, with ice and snow,
My heart was freezing with it, unable to ever let you go.

Has it occurred to you,
The lie in belief and believe?
The way language is formed is beautiful,
Shows straight through to you.
I believed all you had to say to me.
I believed your lie.
The one I trusted,
Weakening us. The us in trust vanished.
Like my feelings for you.
Oh, how I fell for your deceit.
Your flaws joining me on the floor, walking all over me.
And it all comes back to my belief that you could change.
You didn't.
You wouldn't.
Because you lie.

Playing this game, like
It's as fun for me as you.
It isn't. It *****.

I'm constantly last.
But you keep that consistent,
You always need more.

I won't be able
To help your cause once we're through,
You don't deserve me.

It's all take, no give.
You effortlessly ignore,
For you, it's easy.

I can slip away,
Faster than you'll ever know.
Than you'll ever care.

Just watch me leave you.
Believe me, I can. I will.
One day. Just leave you.

As countless bruises
Devour each finger,
Girls helplessly invest,
Joking knowingly, laughing.
Murderous noises of
People queuing restlessly.
Stomachs turning, unstoppable.
Violently wailing xenophobes,
Yelling zealously.

The heat bubbles through his insides.
He knows it needs to settle.
People stare, wondering what it is.
What's happened?
He's heard the lies.
He's seen the deceiving faces.
Tornadoes twist in his tendons.
Every muscle tensing and cramping.
From his toes to his fingers and straight to his brain.
The storm that's erupted is getting insane.

It's all too much.
He struggles to breathe.
He gives out a sigh,
A little relief.
But he knows this will happen again.
No matter of why or when.
It will happen again, exactly the same.
And one day he won't be able to stop it.

Sometimes words don't fall where you want.
Sometimes words aren't there when you want.
Sometimes words don't say what you want.

Sometimes, it isn't the right time for words.
Sometimes, it isn't the right place for words.
Sometimes, you don't need to say the words.

Words are good, they can write a poem.
Words are good, they can tell a story.
But words are nothing without a purpose.
Words do nothing but fill. Fill time. Fill space. Fill silence. Fill emptiness.

Things happen that make the words not right.
Small words.
Big words.
They're not always right.
We need emptiness to fill.

Met a man on Denmark Street,
Thought of him throughout the week.
Said that he had plans to go away.
He wept as I walked out of sight,
I cried for him all that night.
I wonder if he made it to today.

I met a ******* Old Mold Road,
She said her mum was going bald.
Didn't know what she was going to find.
Saw her again one day ago,
Her eyes were lacking that lively glow.
I wonder if she left her life behind.

In the cold of the snow,
Or the biting chill of many winters that you've known,
Think of all the people left out in the world all on their own,
Maybe they want nothing or all they want is just a home.
Maybe all they want is just a home.

Met a ******* windy lanes,
She tried to shelter from the rain,
But her coat was wet and soaking through.
I watched as she got on a train,
Her smile didn't shine the same.
I wonder if she's moved to somewhere new.

Think back now to how you are,
Have you really come that far?
Is anything that much of your own?
Some people will travel miles,
To be let down but still give smiles,
In a hope that they're not left just skin and bones.