Tag: romance

Time slips by

Time slips by in an instant, but I still
Remember the way to your parents’ place, the feeling of
Seeing you pull away, a couple of tears marking your face,
Trailing past pathways, memories, the scars you would rather
Scratch away, but I thought you were beautiful either way.

How could you be so effortlessly attractive to me,
Brushing your teeth, with that little shake
In your hair, whilst your tired eyes looked into mine?

Did you know?
Did you see?

The gears turning in my head, as I tried not to jeopardise what
We had, but I couldn’t lie, not with words, or with
Goodbyes, no,
I tried, but time
Slips by in an instant, and I
Still find reminders of you –
A word, a hair, an inside joke that we wouldn’t dare
Share with the world.

I hope you know or knew that I
Do care, and I did care, though I don’t know
If I will care when time slips away,
And the hair that frames my face is a shade of
Melancholic grey… but for now
Let us mourn the love that we could have had
For every future yesterday.

Certainty: Death, Love, and Everything in Between

Late night surround sound
The city lights in my mind
Explosive thoughts, touches
Heart, body, mind, in ecstasy,
A sensory overload that leaves me
Reeling, dazed and melancholic
For days, but I chase
The high, the feeling of being
In love – in love with an unobtainable being,
A serving, a portion, an abortion of love
It had a foundation but that’s all there was
Deleted fetus turned off
By the machine, that hides
Behind clouds, doubt and indifference
All around, as my thoughts disappear
Into the loud, late night surround sound

Resolve

What a day it was
A killing breeze reigned
Across frozen waters and lakes
A high moon in a cancer ridden sky

The sun hid in dark alcoves 
Caves and the wanderers of the wastelands
Covered in coveted lies
Truths and unknown impossibilities 

The septum of irreverence 
The eye in the midst of it all
An omnipotent god of nothing
An impotent snail in a water trough
Climbing up the sides 
A trail of desolation 
Smoke in the hives and honey
Stolen by kings and queens

Sweet ignorance where art thou
Awareness kills the element of surprise
Joy escapes the violence 
A butterfly in a wartorn hellscape 

The end of it all
As sleep succumbs to existence

Same Old New Thing

It’s a small, silly crush.
But it starts with one crack in the ice,
That spreads and tears in half
A continent of truth and lies:
The heart that I’m trying to keep mine.
But why bother trying when trying is inauthentic?

Feelings aren’t meant to be pragmatic, or rationalised out of existence.
It’s no big deal, but it’s just new to me.
Because normally, hopelessness would accompany attraction.
But now I’m feeling like I’m living the what ifs I may have missed
In the past.
The what ifs that disappeared
When we kissed.

I was on my way to school,
But here I am, thinking of 2am,
When it was just me and you.

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Under the Morning Star

I can hear the bells approaching –
Charon’s boat on a murky river
As he has come to take me away
To a place where there is no light
And only night
Remains
With my remains.

You ascend with the Valkyries
That take you to the sky –
Through clouds, rain and thunder.
But not before Cupid could shoot
An arrow through my heart,
Of which the tip is barbed
With flowers and stars.

The sun will arrive with its chariot
And the morning star
Will shine bright and guide
Us to each other, with all of us
That remains
After the long, long night.

Of course it’s all a tad dramatic,
But I truly am ecstatic
For every future memory
Of you and me,
And the house
That will always be.

Melting Point

I throw them into the sun –
Every thought, hope and dream,
One by one.
The wishes I thought I had,
Now belong to the past.

They join the eternal flame
In the heavens above
Where Yahweh and Eros
Can fight over my love.

I wish the best to Persephone,
But she can leave me be.
Cupid can shoot someone else 
With that stupid arrow,
And join Icarus for all I care.

It is my life and not theirs.
I do not need them by my side,
And they will not get my prayers.

Every Day and Season

We all just want to be held close,
And be told that it will be okay
Some day.

We just want someone to hold onto –
That special one that makes us two,
That we can love the most.

I thought I knew what it’s like
But I don’t think I do,
Or have even a clue.

But I know I want someone
To fall for every day and season –
That someone that puts a spring in my step,
And is there with me through the blizzards and the flames.