This is a poem for the anger I keep coiled around my ribs Because I was taught that anger is an absinthian poison That will rise like bile in the throat and must be swallowed. And I realize you may read this And you may be angry But I realize with each crunch of bone I must give myself the space To uncoil in this way.
I am angry That you made me a captive reservoir for the bitter droughts you refused to drink yourself. You were iron-stomached after years of punches, that I understood. Open handed, I wanted to be the exception But holy palmer’s kiss Was still not enough to let me cross the threshold. You are the locked room in the house that the children are forbidden Only small glimpses between hinges Of your fear poisoned self Huddled in a corner, vomiting apologies.
I am angry for believing I could have lain beside you every night for the rest of my life And not starved to death from loneliness.
I am angry for ignoring how I dimmed each time I waited for you to want me, to miss me, to think of me, to ask me to come into your arms, to find me fascinating, enchanting to tell me you needed me; to betray anything that proved I was more than convenience, A drink that served itself on a silver platter, Asking to be drunk. If you only knew how luminous I could be when loved well.
I am angry That I still hope you will be waiting by my door after work because you realized how you starved me And now you’ve set a banqueting table, a banner over me is love But I know you will never do this. I know you cannot do this. I am angry that I miss only the space you left, That I have not yet been able to close the gap And walk away from your memory.
The feel of the soft sand On your feet replaced with pebbles. Uncomfortable, probably therapeutic. Read me poetry. Recite it from memory If you like. I'll be your Juliet. Say it's Our wedding night. That'd be laugh.
There's a town behind us. Invisible hand. Economics. It probably matters to some people But I don't regard money, I'm a poet Juliet. I look at the sea. I don't Understand money. All Greek to me.
Socrates. Democracy. Will you ever Slow down? Ever understand that The grey sea is not a metaphor for Your state of mind, it's a trick of the Light. Calm down Romeo. You're Not a poet. You're a wreck.
Kiss me Juliet. Whoever you may be. Dance a slow dance, against pebbles Instead of sand. I, your Romeo Will write you a poem against The grey sea, sky, state of mind. It's a shame you're so far away.
Will I ever see your face? You're so far away. Not Across the sea. Behind Me. Three hundred kilometres Away. Makes me want to Fall asleep. Fall asleep.
Send me a text Juliet. Answer me. I'm looking Out to sea. Good 4g. Town behind me, I'm not there.
I'm nowhere. Come to me. End this sick ballad Before I fall asleep. Grey sea. All around me. **** society. Don't let me Fall asleep. I don't want to fall asleep. Don't want to see you drift Into sea like the old Juliets did. Sick production. Sick. Sick. The work of a Philistine. The kiss was forced, Felt like his Juliet was in Liverpool. Disgusting place Until you were born Juliet. Come to me. Recite poetry By the sea. This is a sad Ballad, so much self pity. Let me be with you Juliet. Let's run far away before I fall asleep. Oh life without you, Makes me want to fall asleep.
what was it you saw in her? so fast, when you claimed to love me? how could it have been so deep that you forgot what we had instantly?
you saw her for seconds, Talked to her for minutes, then by some strange justification decided You Loved Her.
I don’t know if it was partly my fault, pushing you away, but I only pushed you away because I knew how we’d end. I’ve seen it before, and will see it again. no loss for you, no heart, no law, No light breaks through my window anymore.
a perfect Juliet. do you know who she really is? she looks perfect, doesn't she? you think you've met HER. the one, the only. so peel the beautiful mask from her face, and see who she really is. so take off the pretty costume, and see what she really dons. so take her beautiful hair and snip it off
Your eyes are filled with heaven Overthrown by hell But with every 'I love you' And every little victory Hell dissolves a bit For the past three months I've been a close whitness of this journey It was magic Your eyes became a little clearer every day They're still a little cloudy, But beautiful Your eyes sparkle like some starry night upon a river filled with moonlight like in all sappy love stories You silence me every time You are my Romeo But with you I don't mind being Juliet Let's leave this place and never come back Weeks, months have passed With you being mine Yet I still can't describe how lucky I am Romeo and Juliet ran away together, just to love Which is a good reason for me though But why don't we bend the rules a little? And be Romeo and Romeo? What do you say?
Happy three months mon amour. Can't wait for the next three. I love you bub.
I can smell a smoldering flame grow inside your home I know this is really crazy but if I help you you'll be saving me you unwind my swarming thoughts I over think but I'm not over you I've been burnt too if it can start with a sorry I'll say them all I don't want this to be the tragidety that ends our epic love story
There are phrases that I cannot explain when I speak to you. Maybe it's just a thought or maybe I've gone soft. Like the clouds thinking its cotton candy, passed memories made shadows
Tears that made Rain.
Roses I met indeed, but let here rose peddles leading my scents to other messes. My passion became no more an made the seas quiet. Juliet WAS the name for all my lovers. Juliet WAS only a costume to hide there names. An empire I created with flirts But it BURSTED - out into flames an became my worse nightmares an my worst pains. Trying to cover the sun with just a finger Blindly out shined by it's own beauty. A Mystery Where misery has chased me, An started to become Happy endings. Errors paint my screen beneath the dark Unworthy to ever press spellcheck.
Maybe is a curse of ur endless beauty or has my eyes seen through your purity. A world of matters Where I have dissolved my pasted. To tell my thoughts that they have never forgotten you. An say opportunities come rarely, an let me be your overcoat when NightFalls.