The Future;
   The Past...

They're
The
  Only
things
      We
Cannot
**Control

You fell in love with the
late nights we shared,
just me and you

You fell in love with the
thought of me
being in your prescence

but,
there is no way you have
fallen in love with *me

I ring you in the usual way
During a early lunch
But you drop the phone
When you hear my voice
Leaving me with nothing
But the droning ambience
Of a lost call.

Perhaps you are still in bed
In the middle of a deep sleep
After a late

Late

Late night

Talking

I had forgotten you mentioning
With a few bottles of wine
At your friend Jane’s
And couldn’t be bothered
Staggering out of bed
To answer the phone,

Or maybe your Cat
Has instead of missing
The dressing table
After jumping from your bed
Has leaped over the suite
Onto the window
And knocked the phone flying
Cutting me off into oblivion.

Perhaps it was a BT error
Or you are on the phone
To your mate, Steve
For one of your epic
Three or four hour calls
Which frequently has me thinking
What the hell
You could talk about
For so long
And is meant to feel minor
When Steve says he sometimes
Talk to one of your ex’s
All night long
Sometimes,

Or maybe you are rushing off
To the shop
Across the road
To pay your lottery ticket
Before rushing off
To your doctors
Then asda up the road
Before it closes
And really
Really
Could not be bothered
Answering my call
At least then.

Whatever reason
It still hasn’t clouded
Over my love
For you.

i want to go back to the innocence
                                                                ­                                of holding your soft hands in mine
                                                            ­                                     i want to feel the warm summer breeze
                                                                ­                                                     and the wistful love of the ocean
                                                           ­                                  but the trouble with the ocean is
                                                                ­  eventually the tide recedes                          
                               and leaves love lost in the waves

                  hate                 longing           hurt                 excitement
    wonder     confusion             hope            sadness                    madness

of a thousand other emotions  
      
         pain                    sorrow                 fear            uncertainty          frustration
lust            ­    anger                    passion          trust              ­      love                happiness

love

i'm in love with the idea of being loved

because i don't think i ever really was

i was always drunk on the thought of it all

just trying to patch myself together with the concept

i stitched you into me until you ripped the stitches off

now all i'm left with is this abundance of scars

love

Noah wrote Allie one letter everyday for a year.
And you cant take the time to text me and tell me whether or not I need to keep trying
Why the **** is it so hard to let me down easily.

I remember when my pulse slowed
in its comfort.
How strange it is
to feel my heart
beat in rhythm
once again.

You said your words always came in threads
Stitch me up
patch up my insercutries with your sewing machine lips
let me use them to sew the memory of you into the fabric of my mind
I want to embroider our broken pieces and make a quilt out of us

I am the awkward treble cleft resting against your crescendo heartbeat
All the while  thinking "I don't think Mozart could have ever written anything as beautiful as your breath"
And I bet when God made you, part of the angles choir found itself nestled in your vocal chords
Comfort
Like a down blanket you wrap me in the silk strands of your forearms
And all I want to know is how you got these scars
My guess is you fell to hard for a girl who was never your favorite song
And you had to nitpick the sour notes of her broken promises from your skin