Jan 2013
I don’t tell you I love you to let you know I care. I don’t love you because of why you think I love you. I know you would be too scared. I wait, wanton, wanting and wasted. My morals are misconstrued. You play like a bad memory in my background. An old time movie I wish had never been made. I came, I saw, I fell over. We all dream out of nothing of life we cannot but dare to dream. Who am i? Is this something you endeavour to understand? Everything is ok, no? My love, my heart, its splintered, its fragmented. And you stand there watching the wall, waiting for me to say the right words.
I feel, free. I can look without waiting for a reply. Do not go so far, that I cannot see, you. All this for no picture. We just have to remember it. You will have to remember this always. That we made this journey. For no-one, for nothing, for no end, we made this journey. And all of you, this entirety, I will miss, all of you. I have learned to love you, I have learnt, in this house, in this mind, in this heart, that I have given you the right to live and dwell. You are not written in a book. Though I wish you were. I am not a blanket, I am not a regret. I am the one you will never love without, the one whose love you will always, always, always without question, doubt.
For the one person who gave me everything for every time I needed your time. I do not see your horizon. I do not see your end. I do not see your time twist and bend. I want you to take me down back streets, in perfumed alleys of life I can call my Home. You are not wanted except by me. I am your sultan, your majesty, your majestic, forever. Will I know this, but once? Will I know what the sunlight feels when it caresses your cheek, the way your heart feels when that, that very fecking music plays; I very much doubt this. I do not, Trust. I do not, Trust, your fall. I do not, I do not at all.
Forever. And ever. And ever. I remember once when the car broke down, it somehow made us closer and I really wonder now, above all else, why? You are not the music in me, I know I can fall and you are not there. There is such a tragedy in love, to know your heart rests in someone else’s palm , fragile as a fragment of air, ready to be encompassed, suffocated by the fists that very much bound them. Do I love you, because you love me? Do I follow because that’s the only way I can see? You took me all, dragged me through the dirt. And now who is left, but me, with a memory of disgust and hurt.
I am not here, I do not lie here...
I feel, free. I can look without waiting for a reply. Do not go so far, that I cannot see, you. All this for no picture. We just have to remember it. You will have to remember this always. That we made this journey. For no-one, for nothing, for no end, we made this journey. And all of you, this entirety, I will miss, all of you. I have learned to love you, I have learnt, in this house, in this mind, in this heart, that I have given you the right to live and dwell. You are not written in a book. Though I wish you were. I am not a blanket, I am not a regret. I am the one you will never love without, the one whose love you will always, always, always without question, doubt.
For the one person who gave me everything for every time I needed your time. I do not see your horizon. I do not see your end. I do not see your time twist and bend. I want you to take me down back streets, in perfumed alleys of life I can call my Home. You are not wanted except by me. I am your sultan, your majesty, your majestic, forever. Will I know this, but once? Will I know what the sunlight feels when it caresses your cheek, the way your heart feels when that, that very fecking music plays; I very much doubt this. I do not, Trust. I do not, Trust, your fall. I do not, I do not at all.
Forever. And ever. And ever. I remember once when the car broke down, it somehow made us closer and I really wonder now, above all else, why? You are not the music in me, I know I can fall and you are not there. There is such a tragedy in love, to know your heart rests in someone else’s palm , fragile as a fragment of air, ready to be encompassed, suffocated by the fists that very much bound them. Do I love you, because you love me? Do I follow because that’s the only way I can see? You took me all, dragged me through the dirt. And now who is left, but me, with a memory of disgust and hurt.
I am not here, I do not lie here...
