Leaves from an autumn tree
Skies of a rainy night
Rays from the sunny day
Frosts of the cold winter

More and more I want to feel
any of these with my beloved
That only exist inside
a heart

Reaching for the hand
Something I have been longing for
Moving past the days where
Being trap is no longer a problem

More and more...
            More and more....
                       More and more....
                                  More and more...

Bleed my mind out
Onto paper again
It’s in a cage
I’m full of rage
Things can’t be the same.
**** a phase, this is a chapter
Turn the page, streets in flames
Things can’t be the same.
I feel the pain when I see their eyes
And I can **** near taste it
They wanna rewrite history
But the noise too loud
So they can’t erase it
Things can’t be the same
Light it
Gone

I close my eyes to see

How the way she sees

To be able to grasp

How the way she sees

I take a glimpse on

How the way she sees

Void? Space? Emptiness?

Words expressing unhappiness

I see eye to eye

The other see eye to nothing

Finding a way to understand

To notice. To view. To realize

That there will come

A light to not only see

But to also feel, embrace, connect

Infinite solutions yet one possible:

How the way she sees

I look at the sky and wonder

Is it even real?

Is it even blue?

How can I understand what's real and what's not

If I can't even understand

Life

Soon as "life" goes by

What have I understand?

I pull up, golden hour drips through,
glazes your ornaments. Bittersweet.
The white rabbit clock,
five minutes too fast.

I trace my fingers over the curves
of your sofa, green velvet hills
like last summer at the castle in Dover,
when we realised it might be over.

I look at your art for the last time,
shapes and maths, strong and clear.
My abstract dreamscape is
Decaying in a landfill