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Daniel Lockerbie Oct 2020
There's a certain sense of knowing
in the way you look at me,
a sense of trust, of understanding,
unlike any seen before.
You threw all of your doubts and fears
into the ocean,
watching them drift away,
further and further out,
never to be seen again.
I grabbed your hand and stepped forward
into the unknown,
you were like a radiating sunbeam
that refused to dim.
Yet at the same time,
you burned a hole right through my chest cavity,
exposing all the darkest places which were hidden away,
the rooms that I had locked
and swallowed the keys to.
I let your fingers work as you
mended the broken pieces and
tossed away all the clutter of the past,
gathering dust in the corner,
yet taking up so much space.
After you were finished
you looked at me again
with a gaze that had not changed from before
and I knew that you were to be mine
forever.
Daniel Lockerbie Apr 2020
I'm never enough in my own head,
could you please tell me that I matter instead?
Daniel Lockerbie Nov 2019
There is a certain state of desperation You have kept me in,
it draws me back to You every time I misplace my footing.
You whisper to me to lift my weary head
out of the chasm
and stare into Your light.
I inhale a breath and contemplate the voice that beckons me,
it is so different from the others,
the ones that tear at the seams of my mending heart
and force the wound open again,
crimson with the bleeding, festering.
I cry out to You as the light begins to fade once more,
pleading for the gauze that will numb the pain I have willingly brought myself back into again.
You are my surgeon,
stitch me back together.
Healing is a painful process.
Daniel Lockerbie Sep 2019
The cool air
ushers in
the first instances
of the approaching
season.
And yet
I only shudder
at the thought
of you.

As I walk
amongst
the leaves
a gust of wind,
intuition,
brings the stain
of your memory
to my mind.

Perhaps
it was just
your ghost
I felt
move through me
like electricity
only to exit
as quickly
as you first
appeared.

And yet
it still
remained
a painful
reminder
of the way
in which
you broke
me.
Daniel Lockerbie Sep 2019
Every time I held you was like holding broken glass;
you just never saw the way I was bleeding.
Daniel Lockerbie Jul 2019
I have always felt lost in this life,
but I felt a little less lost with you.
I held your hand in mine like a compass,
you were my true north.
You helped everything make a little more sense.
Daniel Lockerbie Jul 2019
This black hole
swallows me,
ripping apart
the last fragments of light.
I wonder when
I will collapse
like a dying star
and fade away
into oblivion.

If you could see me now,
in this current state of being,
would your feelings for me change?
Would you welcome me back
into your arms
and be willing
to start again?
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