But if
you chased
my demons away,
what am I
really
left with?

Angels
don't know what
it's like to
be an outcast.

I can see you
inside the closet
as I watch you from
under the covers
your eyes peak out
through the darkness
hiding
and I can tell you know I'm
scared
I know you're
there
I can see you

(now read up)

I didn't want you,
I wanted love
and I have realised
that they are not the same thing.

You were a mould
that I poured my insecurities in,
a computer I tried to program.

But you are a sky,
stormy and clear and rainy and warm.

You were so blue when I longed for red.

I didn't want you.
I wanted the thought.

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon

in this classroom
words are hurled

in air,
the grotesque pencil scribbles.
in air, monstrosity
colour and colour to brown monotony

briefly?
talks tide
throats oscillate
leisure is an angry child
wreaking havoc on paper

listen, here,
just a halted breath:
air thins
page on page does not bleed
but it tears alright

If I was blind
I would have fallen in love with your voice
I would have fallen in love with your laughter

If I was deaf
I would have fallen in love with your beauty
I would have fallen in love with your graceful movements

... but I am neither and I have fallen in love with it all and more.

The smile you offered me as a parting gift is still growing wider and wider in my heart.

Yesterday
I took a walk in the park
found Hello
but she refused to play
I saw the heartbeat, of Helios
lofty heels horses kick
but nothing came my way
the sunflower
dropped its head
the nightcrawlers fled
I scratched my head
yet hello had nothing
left to say
On the night of mares
with no place to let
drafted to death
I mean a man is a man
a woman needs her love
talking heads
meet and treat
love doves,
only happen
after hey.