I wish you
could see
yourself with a
different view
And know
there are so
many things to
love about you
My only hope
is that she
will see it
again soon too
Then perhaps
you could both
just stop
making do
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I wish you
could see
yourself with a
different view
And know
there are so
many things to
love about you
My only hope
is that she
will see it
again soon too
Then perhaps
you could both
just stop
making do
I’m fine
by myself
without
all of
that
Just me
here
alone
in my
own flat
I don’t
need to
feel anyone
else’s
touch
As frankly
I never
really
liked it
much
Why do I
find the
wait so
hard?Is it
ego?Is it
pride?Or is it
because
I need you
to proveThat I’m not
completely
dead
inside?
We really
shouldn’t
do this,
she said,
it’s not
the right
timeIt’s now
or never,
he said,
for I’ll
soon be
past my
prime
Good men
do bad things
And good
women do too
If I was ever that way
inclined again
I’d do bad things
with you
If you
knew
the
truth
about meYou
would
run
away
and hideYou
wouldn’t
waste
another
minuteOn
someone
so
rotten
inside
I’ll be here
to catch you
when you fallAnd I’ll be here
to push you
back down tooTrapped in
our own
vicious cycleStuck together,
forever,
like glue
I’m
scared
that
the
spell
is
now
broken
and
our
future
conversations
will
just
become
a
token
not
only
of the
connection
we once
shared
but
also
of
the
souls
that
we
once
bared
If only you would
If only you wouldn’t
If only you could
If only you couldn’t
If only I did
If only I didn’t
If only I had
If only I hadn’t
It’s like
we’ve been
connected
forever,
he said,
but it’s only
been a minuteHowever long
it’s been,
she said,
I can’t
remember a
life without
you in it
I can’t
tell
you
how
much
better
I feel
To
know my
feelings
I need
no
longer
conceal
I
can’t
tell you
how much
more open
I am
now
To the
possibility
of loving
someone
again,
someday,
somehow
It hurt
to see
the pain
in your
eyesI felt
every
ache
of your
heartIf only
I could
ease the
anguish
you feelBut
I have
no wisdom
left to
impart
I only want
what’s best
for you,
he said,
even if it’s
not what’s
best for meI just
want this
to end,
she said,
I simply
want to
be free
No,
she said,
I don’t
think
I canJust
trust me,
he said,
I’ve got
a plan
Thank you
for helping meTo see all the things
I struggle to seeFor making me laugh
and smile againFor allowing me to feel the sun
and forget about the rain
Why don’t you
stay here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea
But I don’t
understand,
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?
You’ve got
a tale to
tell, he said,
and I’d
like to
find out
more
Well you’ll
be sad
to realise,
she said,
that I’m
just a
crashing bore
I love you
You love me
If only that was enough
For us to be happy
My happiness
is fleeting,
she said,
but my pain
is forever
I can’t help
repeating,
he said,
that I’m here
for you whatever
There’s no such
thing as happily
ever afterThere is only
heartbreak
and disasterWhat you see
in their films
is all a lieFor life’s a
bitch and
then you die
She stops
and sighs
as he
implores
her to stay
But I don’t
think you can
help me,
she says,
turning away
He looks
and smiles
as he
reaches for
her hand
Just trust
me, he says,
for your
wish is my
command
So scathingly
hatefulSo achingly
beautifulIt actually
hurtsTo turn and
look at you
Looking at you
Looking at meI wonder how
far into
my soul
you can
really seeLooking at me
Looking at youI wonder
if I’ll ever
believe
what you
say is true
Even though
my heart
currently
resides
in the
deep freeze
Your smile
still has
the power
to make
me go weak
at the knees
I think I remember you,
she said,
I think we’ve met before.
Perhaps it was when I was young,
she said,
and before my heart was sore.
I don’t remember meeting,
he said,
although I really can’t be sure.
Why don’t you sit down,
he said,
and talk to me some more.
Not yet
but soon
she says,
as she makes her
way to the door
But when,
how soon
he asks
as he stares
at the floor
Not yet
but soon
she says,
as her head
is slowly bowed
But when,
how soon
he asks
will we
be allowed?
Despite my
protests
to the
contrary,
it has
always
been you.
Why not
meet me
at the
library,
and I’ll make
your dreams
come true.
Your
melancholic
madness
dances
rings
around
my
heart
As
you
smudge
your
eyes
with
kohl
And
slash
your
lips
with
crimson
The relief
is palpableMy anxiety
is pacifiedOur normality
is restoredThank fuck
you replied
Looking
up
to
the
sky
Tears
falling
as
I
cry
Asking
over
and
over
why
Will
you
forever
pass
me
by
Why isn’t
it me,
she asks,Why can’t
it be us?For I
already
love another,
he says,As her
dreams
crumble
to dust.
You
deserve
lessI
deserve
moreWe’re both
fucked either waySo let’s
call it a draw
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