learning
you taught me that
love can be an
amazing
and beautiful
thing
but you also taught me
that love will keep
you up till midnight
crying softly to yourself,
wondering how much
more pain someone can
endure
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games
I know it's silly
but I used to play a game
in my head
trying to find a reason
to believe you might change
your mind
If that car turns left, you still love me
If it's not past midnight, you still love me
If that girl sits in that chair, you still love me
If it's sunny tomorrow, you still love me
and I don't think I ever really believed
that stupid game would mean anything
but now I know for sure it didn't
because that car turned left
it was not yet midnight
that girl sat in that chair
letting go
I tried explaining
why I still love you
but nothing
would come out
that was when I realised
I didn't know why
either.
goodbye
Thank you
for all the
smiles you gifted
to me,
and for making
my heart
flutter and squeeze
until the stars
disappeared
into the sunrise.
the other woman
'choose.' i said, 'me or her.'
but it wasn't that simple
not for you
it wasn't coke or pepsi
cats or dogs
sun or rain
it was the difference between 'i love you' and 'i need you'
soft goodnight kisses or rough morning sex
big smiles and tenderness and a girl that just made you so happy
or late nights and alcohol and a girl that made you feel alive
so when i said, 'choose.'
when i said, 'me or her.'
you looked at me like i was asking you the most unfair question in the world
you said, 'i love you,'
and my heart fell on cracked pavement
broke right down the middle
invisible strings
The invisible strings that held her together
Were slowly breaking apart
And unravelling the mess she kept inside
Dangerously close to her heart.
She felt the tears at the rim of her eyes
Threatening to spill and break free
But she blinked them back as hard as she could
Out of fear somebody would see.
She wanted to appear like she had it together
So she tried to put on a show
But the pressure she placed on herself was too great
And the invisible strings let go.
false assumptions
The teardrops run down,
And fall of her nose,
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes
You can follow the tracks,
From her eyes to her chin,
Years upon years,
Of letting them win,
And her eyes tell a story of anger and pain,
You think that she's happy,
But look again,
Her smile is now painted,
She's a master of disguise,
But you can see it all,
Just look into her eyes.
contradiction
Some days,
I feel everything at once.
Other days,
I feel nothing at all.
I don't know what's worse:
Drowning beneath the waves
Or dying from thirst.
nostalgia
l looked at a picture of us
You had the most breathtaking smile
What happened to the little girl
that dreamed the impossible
That would hide behind mum
when she was shy
You don't smile much anymore
and the things that do make you smile
aren't who you really are
I miss that little girl
that believed in herself
that thought she could do anything
l'm sorry that I couldn't protect you
From a world that broke your heart
I just want to see you
smile like you used to
exhaustion
I am tired,
not for lack of rest -
no, I slept quite well last night,
and I've had my coffee.
it's something deeper, something
inherently present, in the
fibres of my skin,
in my tendons, in my eyes.
I am exhausted,
fatigued by life,
by the noise and the silence,
the people, and
the empty rooms,
light and dark;
hope and
despair.
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