If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.

There’s a part of me that I don’t know,
Where secrets hide and troubles grow,
Beyond the reach of woken mind,
Beyond my conscious thoughts inside,

Always there but ever-changing,
Growing stronger, as I’m ageing,
A part of me I can’t control,
An anti-matter, aching hole,

I see it in my mirrored eyes,
My calendar, my health, my lies,
I tell my family I’m fine,
But I feel it heavy all the time,

I can’t imagine from what it grew,
A better life, I never knew,
My friends and family, so strong and true,
Self-indulgent, pathetic, to still feel blue,

I keep it locked behind heart tissue walls,
Yet in various symptoms, sinister it crawls,
Across my skin, my sleep, my sight,
It toys with my mind long into the night,

An apathy for life itself,
There is no point, why care for myself?
Why work and clean and get out of bed,
When the world is cold and dead?

I slide into your eyes, and wonder just how long you will permit me to stay there.
Your pupils trace the bases of
Craving
Braving across my face
And I wonder if you can feel the pace in which the taste of you runs through the recollection section of my dome
And I wonder if the flare behind the glare of your stare is enough to slide you
Home.

When you aren't feeling your best,
I want you to lie here on my chest.

And hear my heart beating,
And know that it's beating for only you.


I'll run my fingers through your hair,
To let you know I truly care.

And you could close your eyes,
Forgetting everything that you despise.

They say you hurt
The ones you love
The most.
I wonder how true
That must be.

I can't even bear to think
Of hurting you.
Yet you give out hurt
Like its a hobby.

With all the pain
You've put me through
You must love me
More than I could ever
Love you.

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

Remember when the sky became purple with passion
And days started drifting to night
With only a quick glance
Between the sun and the moon

Our lives swirled into infinities
And you almost fell in
To that gaping abyss below our fragile hearts
Where we would pour our left overs
When the night told us
That it was over.