It was him.
It was always him.
He was the movement of the morning.
The tick of the clock.
He was fireflies and owls and antelopes.
He was droopy eyelids, half asleep and mumbling over his cereal.

It was never me.
I was the newspaper with nothing interesting to read.
I was heavy steps and creaky floorboards.
I was a jellyfish,
everyone loved to look at me, but no one wanted to touch me.

We were the daybreak.
The moment the sun kissed the stars, saying "here, take all that I am."
But to no avail, they faded and wandered to the other side of the world.

I'm the chase.
The sun that always wants to be beside the moon,
And sure, sometimes it looks like I made it, right?
That's all that I ever wanted, right?
But in those moments, the world is dark.
An eclipse: never fully there.

He was the stars and I was the sun.
I was chasing after him every morning,
And he ran from me.
Only, he didn't notice he was running.
At this point, it was just a cycle. A part of his routine.

And I went unnoticed.
How unfair is it that he gets all of my time,
And I am left up in the air, stranded, as another day rolls by?
No one wants to look at me, and no one wants to touch me.
Nonetheless, I chased and I chased and I still-

Loving him was the best and worst decision I ever made.

There’s 3
but more on the team.
The 2 elements come together
but not in the way it seems.

The flying V,
is what you’ll see
when they need to move
faster than the other team

Whether you're Goldberg, Charlie, or Bates
you'll always be this bird
as those who fly together, stay together.

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

To my darlings,

We haven't met, you're only imaginations
but doesn't mean you're any less, your presence is there
And my darlings, my heart is for you.

When we'll meet, the years will present themselves for you
as gifts who'll bring love, tradition, laughter and the odd arguments too
The oldest darling, I'm looking at you.

But as the grey hairs mark me as their own,
these gifts you'll pass to your darlings,
will be precious to you as you to me
but as we'll not meet just yet
My darlings, my imagination will do.

Crash
Crashing
Crashed
It’s arrived.
It’s here.
Brace yourself, it won’t be pretty
It’s going to be ugly, mean, cruel, honest and
truthful.

Repeat
Repeating
Repeated
It’s never ending. It’s there. It won’t stop
It’s a jewellery box with a broken tune
It is ugly, mean, cruel, honest and truthful.

Finish
Finishing
Finished*
It’s still there, of course.
It won’t ever leave, it’s dormant
It’s waiting for the new one to arrive,
it’s done what it’s meant to do.
You are ugly, mean, cruel, honest and truthful.