Ebb and flow, back and forth;
A story six years told.
To and fro yet never settled;
This friendship's getting old.

He lies and teases all the night,
Though gentle is his heart.
She knows all this, but far too well,
And so decides to part.

He never gave her reason why,
But still he told her lie 'pon lie.
He chased her til the morning dawned,
And then the bird did fly.

I draw you out of my heart in wisps,
I pull you from my being and my mind.
Inch by inch the tendrils, weakened
let bits of little memories fade to dust.
Affection doesn't linger,
There is nothing left for it to cling to.

It's spring somewhere in the world.

A summer spent in constant pain
I suffer, I was strangled;
thinking all must bare this bane
I faded within daylight.

I'm not aware, not for a second,
I'm dying from within.
My childish mind, my naive soul
convinced me it's a sin.

Secrets lost behind closed doors,
books slammed shut on tables.
My last decision left's to doze
and keep still as I'm able.

'The best years of your life' they say.
'You'll never have this youthful energy again' they say.

All the while like gossamer, the lust for life slides out through my finger tips limply hanging over the couches edge.

Unspoken words that whittled me down to half a shadow grey.
My skin, my flesh, my hair, my bones, they slowly fade away.

Soon I had forgotten,
just how it used to feel
to run through life, a teenage dream,
an ever spinning wheel.

Stagnant, stuck, just one last gasp,
the blood seeped through the sheets,
I could not hide it any longer
History repeats.

They paint the sky in patchwork
almost every morning.
Not a single glance amongt them as fine white dust, an almost fog, seeps through the grates. Whispers from long lost tunnels deep below the city.

Laughter and frustrated cat calls fill the scattered streets, mingling together raw. There's people huddled in corners and alleys yet the city of love feels lonelier than ever.

Scent of a woman meets scent of the gutter, and somehow remains unscathed. They flood the streets straight from the Seine, cobblestone waterfalls run wild and tall.

As for the men,
All the rumours were true,
But I'll try another one
Just to make sure.

Millions before you lived through heartbreak.
They wait for you in the ether, hoping you find wisdom enough to acknowledge their pain as equal to your own.

I thought I'd catch a wanderer,
As sand through glass was seeping.
I'd use more time than I'd afford,
yet perhaps he'd be worth meeting.

I waited for him here and there,
his restless soul kept straying.
My patient words and hopeless love
could keep him not from staying.

But far unshaken, my heart desired
a wanderer I'd be too.
Inseparable voyagers we soon became,
'til the dunes at last fell through.

His stream of consciousness was shallow. If a leaf were to settle upon the brook, to grace his life by falling gently to the waters, it would be swiftly babbled away.  
A leaf, a friend, a lover - none were given a chance to reach the calm below the surface. His thoughts, the stones, and pebbles were constantly turned by the ever flowing tide that carried him along his path alone. Go deeper **** it.

Like a simcard snapped in two,
my heart, for thee, it splinters.
While summer solstice holds you close,
I wait through endless winters.

Golden skin in Roman baths,
I swoon but from a distance.
Close my eyes - heart beats heavy.
I want you here this instant.

With no more ways to fill my time
in transit I must write you.
This poem proves quite clumsily
it's you that I am into.

Late on a Sunday night,
Minute by minute
My suspicions are confirmed.

Wash my hands with the morning dew, while everything is still.
While everything is still untouched;
Still quiet;
Still deserted.

And not a soul is around to see.
To see if i'm still breathing;
To see if i'm still here;
To see if i still speak.

Rambling over cobble stones,
hollering each step.
The sun has set, won't rise again
over your pretty head.

I dreamed you left me all alone,
abandoned, left to stew
among my thoughts - of things I've done
to be treated so by you.

You won't look further, deeper down,
it's up from here on in.
We had our last embrace last year
at 3am with gin.

The only way you'll see me now
is looking down your nose.
I'm left here standing, knowing well
our friendship's been disposed.

When they come to get us, I want to climb over the wall with you.
I want to be on your side.
The safe side.
Where they can't really hurt us,
Because you are there for your mind, and your words, and wit,
And I am there because you chose to take me with you.