May 2019
soft talking in the night alley and the lingering wind on our cold knees
that is how everything always has been - bitter air and exposed legs will always guard the concrete
gleaming eyes and the prettiest of smiles haunt the rooms of this pretty place, wondering around the uneven paths with drunken grins and lustful hands
they pass the walls that hold memories of sadness and happiness
not stopping to even take a look, some of those events will never be spoken about again
the comforting fairy lights that used to line the brick walls are all gone now, but they still glow in the pictures that i will forever keep, illuminating the memory of when i was first blinded by them
the tiny bulbs radiate through my phone, screaming at me how innocent things used to be
i look back at them blankly, as in the foreground of the pictures is the place where i first met somebody that would eventually cause me a lot of sadness
it was a rainy and cold night, as i stood around a puddle with two friends that would eventually fade away from me in time
last year, in this place, i would never have cowered behind a van, hoping my tears would merge with the cold rain so i wouldn’t have to feel alone this way
i would only freeze as i was mesmerised by the people i would look at, aspiring to be better at guitar like them all
i would smile in photos and i would leave happily without a single smudge underneath my eager eyes
this place is the keeper of elaborate paintings, that would one day be used as a distraction by the kind girl who wipes away my tears
‘which one is your favourite?’ she would say, wiping away my mascara smears
this place holds old fashioned TV’s, lit up with ‘merch’ on the screen
this place means everything to me
i now stand alone with a pretty girl i’ve just met
we are gazing up in awe and she tells me how the sky will never look exactly the same as it does now
staring up every half an hour, it gradually gets darker
she reassures me that i’m okay as my jaw shivers uncontrollably, making my aching teeth collide
she’s telling me the things that are good about me, as our voices echo into the fading night
but she is also suffering, as she spills out all her troubles that are similar to my own
and most of the people around us
that is how everything always has been - bitter air and exposed legs will always guard the concrete
gleaming eyes and the prettiest of smiles haunt the rooms of this pretty place, wondering around the uneven paths with drunken grins and lustful hands
they pass the walls that hold memories of sadness and happiness
not stopping to even take a look, some of those events will never be spoken about again
the comforting fairy lights that used to line the brick walls are all gone now, but they still glow in the pictures that i will forever keep, illuminating the memory of when i was first blinded by them
the tiny bulbs radiate through my phone, screaming at me how innocent things used to be
i look back at them blankly, as in the foreground of the pictures is the place where i first met somebody that would eventually cause me a lot of sadness
it was a rainy and cold night, as i stood around a puddle with two friends that would eventually fade away from me in time
last year, in this place, i would never have cowered behind a van, hoping my tears would merge with the cold rain so i wouldn’t have to feel alone this way
i would only freeze as i was mesmerised by the people i would look at, aspiring to be better at guitar like them all
i would smile in photos and i would leave happily without a single smudge underneath my eager eyes
this place is the keeper of elaborate paintings, that would one day be used as a distraction by the kind girl who wipes away my tears
‘which one is your favourite?’ she would say, wiping away my mascara smears
this place holds old fashioned TV’s, lit up with ‘merch’ on the screen
this place means everything to me
i now stand alone with a pretty girl i’ve just met
we are gazing up in awe and she tells me how the sky will never look exactly the same as it does now
staring up every half an hour, it gradually gets darker
she reassures me that i’m okay as my jaw shivers uncontrollably, making my aching teeth collide
she’s telling me the things that are good about me, as our voices echo into the fading night
but she is also suffering, as she spills out all her troubles that are similar to my own
and most of the people around us
