Kiss me gently
Our hands together
All i long for is for
Clouds and rains

Bitter and sweet colliding
Melting together in darkness
Filling the void with blissful sighs

11/08/08

Swipe swipe
Trying to fill that void
Voids that don’t let me feel

How cliche is it
To say that no one understands
Why theres a void
That its not hormones
Its not a thirst
Its just ******* sadness
Depression
Anxiety
What ever the ******* wanna call it
Its real
Its always there

Don’t try to shortchange it
Don’t try to tell me how to feel

24/05/08

I feel the warm concrete
As warm as your chest pressed on mine
I feel the bright summer sun
As bright as your smile

Tangled up like lily pads
Hidden below the surface
Sprouting problems like weeds
Fighting through the cracks
As invisible as the trash littering the ground

Catching feelings
Quicker than a flame enveloping
Those corny love letters

24/03/08

Teach me how to fly
Cause when i choose
Its flight over fight

Still stuck in the boxes
Set up in black and white

Its okay,
No one can hear my plight

Im weak to the disaster
Victim to the light
Its an illusion people preach

Hear them now?
They’re speaking out
Pray for salvation
He’ll hear you out.

24/03/08

Try and try
It will never falter
My little friend will follow
From here on after
On the happy days and sad
It will never leave
As painful as it is

Its the shackles around my legs
Its the noose around my head
Its the hand that holds me back

Tell it to go away
And it’ll go stronger
Feeding off my energy
Like pop rocks and soda
Out with a pop and a fizzle
Giving in to my little friend
Its time to sleep forever
Life was good until it ends

04/04/08

I want to be reading
A geisha’s memoir
Sipping tea with you

Comforted
By your calm expression
like that undisturbed puddle
behind your parent's house
is that puddle still there?
or has it dried out like our love

Reading so fervently
as though it was a race
between the words on the page
and the excitement in your heart

It feels like home
cozied up next to you
in that single sized bed overflowing
with love and blankets

Its just an illusion
There is no you
It’s just me
Reading a geisha’s memoir
Alone without a drop of tea

10/04/08

Writing under a warm drizzle
Of chlorinated showers
Trying to forget the bitter regret
Of all the hellos and goodbyes
I see that face sitting in his car
I see another lying on my futon
That one holding my hand
Him, singing that song
He, wishing it was me all along

They’re all gone.

Its a curse i tell you.

30/04/08