when September interrupted
sleepless nights, eyes haunting
much too strong, you told me
addicted to the words, you sold me

Why do the monsters hide away,
till my heart’s decided it’s time to play

Why do whispers slither past,
a brain that’s convinced it’s never going to last

And why does the chorus yell for you,
when I’ve already decided we’re practically through

to write for the sake of writings sake
is a curse in its own right
you bleed yourself til words run dry
a cruel mistress of the night

tell me are you happy with your turn of phrase
does it tick all the boxes you've hidden away
when the moon starts to sink and your eyes go to roll
mildew has swept across your very hold

so what's the sake of this story you tell yourself
the one with the prison, and guards, and belt
on this blank page you question the lies you sell
love notes to tomorrow, you think you mean well

Write with me
So you can come fly with me
It’s the ultimate key
To this worlds sorcery

It’s the magic of the season
The twinkle in her eyes
She goes to sleep wishing
For every strength and might

I’m often told to write
for the feeling of escape
most times it does the opposite
i get bogged down in my ways
it taps into emotions
the ones riddled inside my brain
i’m wondering if the art is worth all of my pain.

You know what ***** me up
The algorithm
It knows I’m heartbroken
And it shows me other pain stricken words
But every time I read them
I end up thinking of the love that I know I’ve lost forever
The one where he sits in heaven disappointed in me for not loving myself as much as I can
And in those moments
The hurt you caused is a pinprick

the sun doesn't shine for just one person
but the moon sets only for you
the stars whisper secrets
giving you something to believe in
the wind howls, you can do this too

i wear attention like diamonds
sparkling, glistening
admiring the reflection i show
you don't get to speak, only seek
validate just, what i need

What is home?
When you no longer feel life rushing through your bones.
What is love?
When even if it’s conditional it’s just not enough.
What is life?
When you’re constantly wanting to taste the clouds and have it stop.

It’s a song sung too often;
‘Why won’t he like me?’
I ask myself
As I pick the scars of his past to see
Where I could fit, so delicately
I’ll mould and shape, to suit your tastes
Who am I without one to please

Lately I’ve been reaching out
and my heart hits roadblocks
before I’ve had a chance to shout

The world spins faster
i’ve lost my seat
who here is left fighting for me

treading crystal water
waiting for lillies to grow
into my pure limpid eyes
he goes