When your lips curl into that smile
Or your cheeky grin appears
When you hide your blushing face--
Sometimes I think I love you.

When your lovely eyes light up
Or they stare off in that thoughtful way
When they smile all by themselves--
Sometimes I think I love you.

When you speak with that funny accent
Or you say my name with that lilt
When you talk to your cat that way--
Sometimes I think I love you.

When you make those silly faces
Or you tell a joke just to see me laugh
When you say everything will be okay--
Sometimes I think I love you.

A whistle in the alley way
and high heels clicking on the stone
Succumbing to loathing
In the catacombs
Of a lonely old city

Shouting in the lift
As it careers up the shaft
Corrosive attitude shown
In the metallic box
Operating in a filthy forgotten town

Substances consumed for joy
As they wander perilously
Vitriolic language unrecognised
In the bus shelters
Upright in a cold unabashed eve

Violence penetrating the cobbles
Spouting from drunken filters
Vessels of deranged humans
In the public houses
Loud like thunder in the greyness

I think I first liked you
Because you were shy
The type of guy who liked to hide
I liked the way your hair curled
How you saw the world
The way you described
Wanting to walk into your kitchen
Far in the future to see me sitting
At the table drinking my morning coffee
The way you said your life
Wouldn't really seem complete
Without this pure dream of you and me

"i guess that's how you know you've lost.
                                           being swept up in a current
                                                                   that wasn't meant for you."

I don't love you
not completely
at least not yet
but I can feel my soul
reaching to entwine with yours
it's tied in a nice neat knot
I love your smile
I love your laugh
I love your stubborness
and everything in between
I don't love you
not completely
at least not yet
not until the knot becomes a tangle
and I love you to the point of stupidity
to the total loss of sanity
to sacrificial limitations
past where I could never forget you
irreversibly wicked
I don't love you
not completely
at least not yet

I saw a girl today -
who I used to know -
she killed herself
just a year ago.