friends                                                          ­                 a relationship
                                                   timing

    its a shame you fell in love and out of it before I could catch up
    and now im left mourning what never was
    with only my thoughts
    a pen
    and
    citrus

im a lousy poet
not that im a poet
so much i try to convey
while i say so little
just hoping someone will
can really listen

i want to tattoo daisies and desires
on the worn duvet of clouds
on a mellow autumn day
i might float home
with the bees and ladybugs
to stay dry and to build
art that will never be seen

we were friends i loved you
that heart of marble your own design
the confetti whirling around it
you caught me unwittingly
the withered jumble i became
invisible yet distinct
my fibs and bent truths my
unfettered fragmented mania
we were too alike i reckon
that pushing us apart
my self sculpted grief no
that beyond my control
did you ever really want me
on your doorstep our
your friends were never really fond of me
i dont know if i hate you
i dont know if i love you
i surely need new friends

i am water streaming
through cracks in a rock face
rushing roaring booming
reverberant static
as i become many
and one
the beautiful endless
prison I called home
all along
now indistinguishable

stars flowing from her sooty eyes
planets orbiting her dizzy head
whispering honey flavoured poetry
tracing daisy chains in the snow
temporary but giving and painful and true

she sings in cursive
moves with dizzy bliss
she shreds my nerves
to threads of silk
only to hope
i might be sewn together
i know i will