The number of worlds that exist
Just inside my mind
Is enough for someone to insist
That there is a mistake in my design.
They stir and they shake,
Yet nothing can compare
To when you smile for my sake
Or run a hand through your hair.
When I'm with you I feel
As if I'm in the imaginary;
I forget that it's real,
Not crafted by the words in me.
It's only when I think back,
When I am trying to sleep,
That I remember it's not mind crack;
That I might be in too deep.
i don’t ever listen
to anything you say.
i can’t help it
when your smile turns my way.
how do you expect me to hear
the words you’re directing to me,
when a laugh accompanies it
and it’s all i can see?
Tell me a time
U needed me
A time u grabbed ur phone
2 text me.
Have u ever rung me
In the depths of the night
Just to hear my voice
In the darkness?
U could say u had
U could tell me u need me
But I’d see our messages
Or rather, my messages:
The lines and lines
Of my words,
Calling ur name,
That go on for miles.
Punctuated by one of urs
A smile :)
Or a word
And nothing more.
How can ily
When u never respond?
How can I be obsessed
When there’s nothing:
For me to obsess over.
But u never,
ever reply :(
Vines wrap round their trees until
There is no bark left to see.
Flowers will drink and get their fill
But too much and it's a tragedy.
Often when a storm's too strong
Away any foundations are blown
And are lost to the winds for much too long -
Won't you please leave me alone?
The weeds strangle the neighbour roots
Of flowers just trying to bloom
They quell the reach of nearby shoots
Til they are driven to their doom.
Locusts once came and blocked the light
And blood drowned the rivers red.
Why won't you see that we are not right
And you should find someone else instead?
Love's Philosophy Pastiche
They asked me how I knew
That I loved only you.
Do you know what I said?
The first thing that came to my head?
I told them you're like lo-fi indie
One tear and you're there for me
Waiting to sing and help me through
One hour in your arms and I'm back to new.
And, like the music, you fill out the edges
The sharp that cut up my senses
You pad them out and soften them up
So when I fall, I don't feel so struck.
If you see this note
I want you to know
It's not my fault
If love is starting to show.
So when I flinch at your touch
It isn't because of a crush
You just...made me jump.
When my cheeks go red
After you touch my leg
I'm not flustered, but...just something else instead!
It's just sugar and veins
that make me feel like I'm fizzing
And it's just habit
To hold your hand when I see you
Maybe I'm wrong and I do love you
Is that what I'm supposed to say?
Would that take these thoughts away?
But it's not like there's anything I could do
It's not like just this note would get all my thoughts through.
I wish I’d never learned the word hate
I hate the wind for making me cold
I hate the idea of time and growing old
I hate it when the corner of books have a fold
I hate myself for becoming a mould
Yes, I’m a mould - I change people like clay
Which, I guess, I do every day
I don’t tell anyone what to do or say
But somehow I have guided them in every single way
If you told me we had a long day ahead
I’d say I’d rather be back home in bed
If you told me a small bad thing a stranger had said
I would hate every single hair on that man’s head.