Dizzy and uncontrolled, I open my eyes to see the smoke crowding the air.
For, my body has just become a safe haven for your hands.
Temptation has won tonight.
Moonlight is dancing upon our bare bodies and I am immersed in pure satisfaction.
Our lips have synced with the circadian rhythm we possess and the fire has started to erupt.
As the flames get more and more intense, so does the love we pretend to have for each other.
It continues to grow until we convince ourselves it’s real.
The bedsheets serve as our common ground for our broken hearts to rest on.
As we are climbing and pretending; pretending and climbing,
The fire is getting hotter, the love is getting cloudier, and our bodies are getting heavier against on another’s.
Faint whispers of phrases we dare not say otherwise fill the room.
Finally, the fire is extinguished and we are left to lay with nothing but reality.
Clutching each other for protection from yet another fire, we doze off hoping to wake up in love with each other.

In London zoo a lion escaped
They forgot to lock his cage
It disappeared into the night
Hungry, filled with rage

Poor old Brian had lost his job
His life had hit the skids
His wife moved in with his mate
She also took his kids

He hit the bottle pretty hard
He started to get ill
His grandma died, he got the call
Turns out she had a will

She had millions in the bank
And she left it all to Brian
But on his way to cash the cheque
He was eaten by a lion.....

Tomorrow, the phrase
“I love you”
will belong to yesterday’s lips
my feelings for you
will belong to yesterday’s words.
Soon I won’t remember the chords
of your madness
or the taste of your sadness
sitting on my tongue like chocolate mints.
So in these last few weeks
we pull at the strings to rip
at the seams of us with ****** fingertips
cause in a slice of time
your name won’t belong in my rhyme.
You’ll be another past lover
that lives at the bottom of a shoebox
shuffled together with the love letters
of other men who swore themselves to me.
When my daughter fingers through
the pages dedicated to your eyes
I’ll softly remember you
throwing rocks at crooked pottery
from ceramics class. I’ll remember
that dark December and
your flimsy reflection through tinted glass.
I’ll remember what it felt
to be young, naïve,
and madly in love.

All I want is
Wine bottles and cigarettes
Followed by ***** flavoured kisses
And chills up my back
I want the stumbles to find the bedroom
I need the clawing at my hair
And the yearning for more
I want the action of coming undone
The finish line
But I'm sorry to say that
I don't need or want
the I love you's

Don't fall in love with me
I will break your heart before you even have a chance to think about it
Because I've been doing this alone thing a long time
Because my dad has been breaking my heart everyday of my life
I will read you like a ******* book, then tear out every page
I will kiss you like it's the last time  

Unbutton your pants like its a passion of mine
There will be lipstick stained on your favourite shirt because I am always too eager
You will make me your whole world
And I will have never ran faster than the time I ran away from you
You will think you understand me

You'll think I'm lying when I tell you I'm a **** person
But I ******* told you

I ripped these poems out just as roughly
as you ripped me from your heart
I hate how
you're the blood to my veins
the good to my bye and
I really hate how you grew poisonous flowers in my rib cage
how you entered me like nicotine and
how my lungs are now filled with a grey dark cloud

don't you ever dare say that you never felt anything and
that I once wasn't the light of your life and
that I didn't know anything about you
because we were strangers who
knew each other very well

I loved you more than the sea loves the shore
and you drowned me in a beautiful deep blue sea

j.f

we maybe similar but we aren't the same. synonyms know each other like old colleagues, like a set of friends who've seen the world together. they swap stories, reminisce about their origin and forgot that though they are similar they are entirely different. because a quiet night is not the same as a silent one, a firm soul is not the same as a steady one and bright light is not the same as a brilliant one. i force myself to believe so because the way these words wedge themselves into a sentence changes everything.
we maybe similar but we are not the same. we both seek a home in someones chest because the houses we came from were built on nothing but shattered whisky bottles and lies. i guess the stomach drop i felt when you looked at me was your first step in making a home of my heart. but i tear myself down and i can never piece myself together fast enough because my heart has been stepped on and my chest has been ripped wide open leaving my scars on display. more often than sometimes my heart refuses to stay in place. though we both have thoughts made of our mothers shouts at 3 am you slowly implode while i violently explode.

and she had
eyes like ghosts
invisible and
haunting with 
their past lives
and last loves

pale white
wrists with
bones and
veins protruding 
like the
lined drips of
a cemetery candle

her heartbeat
was an 
eerie melody 
filling my 
nightmares

yet I feared 
the day that
this symphony
would stop

that your 
skeleton whispers
would no longer
graze my
shivering cold
heart

and that 
the frightening
things you do
would halt
and be replaced
by an even
eerier silence

right now
I fear you
but when I
think of
losing you
and never
seeing you
again
I wonder

what am I
so scared of?