Family,
Friends,
Lover,
Sister,
Mother and
Father,
My dear.

Christopher.
Bella.
Ross.
Jem.
Heather.
Ellen.
Alice.

I am a literal poet,
I write in facts, not simile
Or encryption
I tell facts how they are
With a good choice of words
But I never steer away from
The truth

You are the literal poet
You bring life, and wonder
And confusion
You don't needs facts,
Just the beauty of life;
The beauty of you
To bring happiness and promise
To me.

We haven't spoken in months
And I am sorry for it.
I needed to reassemble my mind
And I am sorry for it.
I was too affected by you
And I am sorry for it.

Out of the blue you've said "hi"
And I am glad for it.
We talk like we did before
And I am glad for it.
We are avoiding the problem
**And I am glad for it.

Et maintenant
Ma vie est une petit morceaux
De quoi cela devrait être.

For a moment, I was sure you were going to die,
But I thought back on all I'd said to you.
All the things that mattered;
Your hands curling my arm in your sleep,
The sleepy kisses that followed.
You playing guitar and looking over at me in the moment I looked at you,
Your helpless face as you dream,
Splayed out and sighing.
And some moments that I shall never share.


I said I love you too many times today,
But in that moment
Where I thought you were going to die,
I was so glad for my tendency to repeat things.
*I love you.

I hate movies,
Anyone who cares knows that.
Sitting in a room with all the people you love
And ignoring them.
But with you,
In this moment,
I want to build a fort with pillows and fairy lights.
I want to watch movies which came from comics,
And see you laugh, and cry, and hurt for people
Who done exist.
I want to feel you nose my neck in the quiet scenes,
And kiss me in the credits.

the world outside has a sheet of quiet
floating down on top of it.
the world we have created for ourselves
is small,
and temporary,
but it is *ours.

Dear world,
       If you're reading this, know that I'm alive.
Life is too hard and it hurts too much.
So I accept your challenge and I will live.
And love.
And hate.
And smile.
And breathe.
My family loves me and Libby is angelic.
There's not a day goes by when I'm not
Living for them and I adore it.
So I praise chance or fate or god or whatever runs this ****
Because they gave me this chance to feel

-grace

We are crying into the
Echos of nothing,
Shattering things that
Were never whole.
Drink from your
Broken glass, my dear
And pray the shards
Don't cut.

I don't feel real.

There are things I owe to people,
Which I will never repay,
So I will do my best by you,
And settle this debt each day.

Everything around us is chaotic and painful,
So keep your arms tucked in and your seatbelt on,
Or it might hit you how **** everything is.

In this moment,
My head hurts;
It feels like nails,
And I'd quite like,
To not be breathing,
If it meant no pain.

This is supposed to be a poem,
Ill get round to it..

I am tidying my room,
Because it will get messy again.

My dad is cooking us dinner,
Because we will get hungry again.

Mother earns some money,
To replace that which we spent,
Again.

I want to do something,
For the first time,

Again.

I'm sorry
Sorry sorry,
So deeply sorry.
I want to be forgiven
So as soon as we figure out
All the ways I've wronged you,
Please be angry at me
So I can apologise.
Sorry
God, I'm so sorry.

This ****** world just got bloodier,
The streets of the romance city are painted red.
Islamic state, you owned up and sound
So pleased with yourself.
How dare you.
In the name of Allah, the all loving,
You just killed people,
You did it.
Allah, who may well be benevolent,
Has nothing to do
With the blood on your hands.

I promise,
That I will do my best
In all that I do.
Whether it is you,
My work or my sanity.
Starting from tomorrow,
I will not do anything that
Hurts me.
I will help only those I care
For and love only those
Who are deserving.
Starting with you,
My darling boy.