I want
so bad
to be somebody
to someone.



© Leigh Herondale  *June 2015

She's not just "a girl you know"
or someone you see on the streets.
Above anything, she's a dream
a gift
a miracle
every inch of her is a universe
you'd have trouble trying to define.
Tell her you love her
only if you really do,
if not then leave her alone.
You can try to fool her
but you should know
you're the one to fall down
in the end.



© Leigh Herondale  *June 2015

you called me a flower
and i thought you were a liar.
but now i'm bleeding
from the pores.
the truth is what you told.

she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose

your eyes could meet mine
for only half a second

and i’d end up thinking about them
for half a century

i want more than just a glimpse of your mind
more than just another hi
talk to me
no need to be subtle
your voice is enough to turn my rigid parts supple

I want to tell him
that I’m scared,
that I’ve been here before.
And that the last time I felt potential like this it imploded;
I imploded.
But I don’t want to taint it,
You see I’m still hopeful
That maybe this time
Won’t end up laced with maybes,
Or what ifs,
Or open wounds pouring blood onto paper.
That maybe this time,
just won’t end.

I’ve not quite worked out whether I think it’s beautiful,
Or stupid -
The human capacity,
And pliancy,
And longing,
For love.

The words are dying ~
But my eyes are still crying ~
Years later I pine for the love we shared ~
I long for the days you cared ~
I walked away ~
And a thousand times ~
You asked me why ~
And a thousand times ~
All I could do was cry ~
It was fear my love ~
Forever was an unimaginable mountain to climb ~
My young heart could not take the fierce winds ~
The harsh weathers at the top ~
I chose to fall ~
I've never recovered ~
I've never been able to climb again ~
I wait here for you at the bottom ~
But you're already halfway up ~
Holding the hand of another ~
She likes the wind ~
And has better climbing shoes ~