Inkling

I think you feel

The way I do

That your heart beats

Like mine does too

That your mind wanders

On the same path as me

That you also dream

Of when you’ll be free

Off Grid

So
what
is your
plan

He
asked

Where
do we
go from
here?

I
haven’t
got a
clue

She
said

Shall
we
just
disappear?

Whirlpools

When
I look
deep
into
your
eyes

I
can’t
help
but be
pleasantly
surprised

For
I actually
feel
something
down
below

And I
thought
I’d lost
that
years
ago

Mum Knows Best

Why
didn’t
you
follow
your
dreams?

She
said

Using
your
good
humour
and wit

Now
you’ve
got no
choice

She
said

But
to put
up with
his
bullshit

Choices

As
bad
decisions
come
back
to say
hello

I
wish
I
knew
what
to do

For
now
my
life
has
fallen
apart

And it
feels
so
empty
without
you

The Bargain

Who knows
when our
time will
come

But I fear
it’s not
just yet

For you
have to
forgive
yourself

And I
have to
forget

Doomed

Nothing
ever
seems
to work
out for
me

Perhaps
I’m
just
destined
to be
unhappy

To
forever
wander
around
wanting
more

Never
quite
accepting
I’m
already
done for

Criminal

We all
do bad
things
sometimes

Yet not
everyone
is made
to pay

But while
you’ll never
admit your
crimes

Just know
the truth
will out
one day

Emptiness

At one time
perhaps
I would have
said yes

But the
desire now
I no longer
possess

Should you
ever try
your love
to profess

To this
emptiness
inside I
would confess

Once In A Lifetime

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

Trip Wires

If
love is
not what
you say

But
what
you do
instead

Then
you’ve
fucked
up

On
both
counts
mate

So be
careful
where you
tread

I Can’t Tell You

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

That Day

I’m scared
of what
that day
will bring,

As I
know it’s
approaching
fast.

Even if
it’s the
start of
my future,

There’s no
way of
forgetting
my past.

My Younger Self

If I spent time with my younger self, what would I say?

Well done for putting up with this bullshit every day

If I spent time with my younger self, what would I see?

A weary acceptance that life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

If I spent time with my younger self, what would I feel?

An overwhelming sadness that time will never heal

If I spent time with my younger self, what would I do?

Tell them to pack a bag and run away with you

Random #18

‘You could have achieved so much more, if you weren’t so fucking insecure’

– Me

Options

I am amazed, yet again, that I’ve found the courage to get out of bed.

You have no idea how hard it is.

This sustained internal struggle.

The conscious effort required to motivate myself to move.

The strength of belief needed to convince my anxious brain that we can get through the day unscathed.

It’s exhausting.

If only I could return to the naivety of the past.

Travel back to a time when sadness was mere affectation.

Where melancholy was a comforting friend.

And death wasn’t such a viable option.

The Past

Some days
it’s easy
to remember
you

Some days
it’s hard
to forget
you

Some days
I don’t want
to remember
you

Some days
I never want
to forget
you

One Of These Days

One day
you’ll tell me
and I
will run away.

One day
you’ll tell me
and I’ll
beg to stay.

One day
you’ll tell me
and my
tears will sting.

One day
you’ll tell me
and my
heart will sing.