kiss my wrist
the way you're used
to

and tell me the secrets
all the girls
know

watch my
eyes
the beautiful ones
you say
watching you

and smile
when they melt
into rain
as our fingers

slip through
to the cold air
and make it all grey
again
instead of
the undefineable
expanse
i was drowning in

but first
kiss me again
before you go
because
I love
to feel

lonely
with you

your song
saved me

just after
midnight

thank you
for not losing me

thank you
for not letting me
lose myself

when you say
my name
and imprint
the mark
of your lips

on my shoulder
i feel the force
of gravity
release me

please stay
long enough
to save me
from spinning out

to your favourite place

x

you have left
a crime scene
inside of my head

stain the glance
from my eyes
with gray
and give me a kiss
whenever i say
saving me
with a tragedy
that makes me so happy

steal my heart
with your brown eyes
angel
the way we so carelessly
throw away
the dreams we could be having
asleep
(i prefer your words
anyway)

won't you
please
become my anchor
and pull me close to you
whenever we need to
float away

x

this is what it takes

late nights
with no sleep

being able to
want it with you

unable to have it
without you

we're so determined
about everything
that we forget
to remember
that gravity
is still
holding us down

You used to be
Like a bruise
That I would keep
Pressing

Just to make it stay

there are two paths
to take

when society
begins to destroy itself

I. stay and make it slightly better

or

II. run away.

i hope the wind
is as never ending
as your fragile
hope

i didn't dream of you
last night
and i don't know
if it was because my subconscious
wasn't missing you
or if you weren't thinking of me

when you were awake

if rain was yours
i would be yours

but you have the thunderclouds
and the lightening

and the earth
is screaming for me

i always wondered
what it would be like

to forget
how to
love

i don't know
if i should keep writing
poems
about you

i don't want
blue poems
and yellow poems

alone
to being with you

or white poems
and grey poems

falling for you
and recording
every arguement

and i don't want to write
a red poem
or a black poem

for when i fall
in love
and when you
break
my heart

i don't want
a dozen poems

the only poem i want

is you

a writer
is a sum
of their experiences
and feelings

the man said

his eyes hidden
and burnt

by the sun

how can i write
if i feel

nothing?

how wise
and how kind

is never something
anyone wishes
to be

if they know
what happens
to stain you
that way

i don't think
my words
could have created

the beautiful mind
that you have

you won't understand
everything i am
about to tell you

and i won't listen
sometimes
when you talk
about the things
that don't make sense to me

you will frown
and i will scowl

and kiss away
the lines
the way you kiss
my swollen eyes
and make my cheeks
dry

you will go
for long drives
into the night
and i will wake up early
and go for long walks
and try be back
to kiss you
before the sun
reaches your eyes

i will turn down the music
and you will
turn it up

and i won't change the song
the way you will
or hide the remote behind my back
with a teasing smile
the way you do

but i will appear clueless
when you look for your watch
(it will be around my wrist)

and you will pretend
that time doesn't matter to you
(although it does)
and i will pretend
that time does matter to me
(although it doesn't)
and drink tea
inhaling cigarette smoke
while you drink coffee
and exhale
grey
into me

"hold up
some fingers.
any number."

i hold  up 3

and his heart breaks  

because
that's the number
of times
i ought to be in love
for

and he knows
he can't be
the third

only the fourth

why do we laugh sometimes
when we don't mean to
and say words
that we immediately wish
hadn't spilled
from our lips?

why do we smile
when we really needn't
and why are we kind
to the people
who must be the most
unkind?

why do we pretend
everything is okay
when it's not
and try to ignite
our shadows
before they consume
someone else's light
just as important
as our own

why do we agree
when our soul screams at us
to stop
and keep silent
when we should be
the loudest?

why do we keep letting
honesty
be the lie
we avoid

I think you must have
Pried open my jaw
And slipped your butterflies
Down my throat
Because when ever
I hear your voice
I feel their wings
Fluttering
Inside of me

Trying to get
To you

you keep saying
that i'm like the moonlight
and expecting me
to rhyme
with the stars
when you kiss me
in the rain
in the dark
in front of a moving train