I have had so many regrets.
How unfortunate it is,
That you are not one of them.
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'Tugging on my heartstrings'
The phrase never made sense to me.
But you understood what it meant,
Utilising it as you pleased.
I was your macabre puppet,
And you the entertainer.
When the show began to bore you,
You just searched for another.
Have you ever turned around?
To see who's dragging behind you,
Pulled forward by fraying strings.
You must enjoy being this cruel.
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Bright lights flickering in the dark,
Mimicking a constellation.
A constructed reflection;
Obscuring what's above us.
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How lucky I am to exist
In this universe, next to you.
Surely I wouldn't be so lucky
In my other lives too.
With absolute certainty,
You tell me that's not true.
'As long as we're both alive,
I will gravitate to you.'
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We met waiting for the train.
And when it went astray,
You asked if I'd seen it pass.
I said I thought it was delayed.
Apparently that's all it took,
To strike up a conversation.
The world seems less lonely.
What luck, I was at the station.
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I find myself calling you,
By every name I've known you by.
In hopes of finding the one
That will bring you back to me.
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You call me your darling,
Missing the way my heart stops dead.
Whispering sweet nothings,
As if I have no other name.
Can't you see what it's done to me?
Please call me yours again,
I can't help wanting all to see.
How lucky I have been.
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I may have been an artist,
Long before I knew you.
But does that matter now,
For what is the point of
An artist without their muse?
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Please pretend not to see,
The tears running down my face.
They'll be gone soon enough,
Leaving with this headspace.
Don't try to discuss it.
I'll always say nothing's wrong.
Sorry I can't meet your eyes.
You'll not believe me for long.
Should you get any closer,
Force me to meet your eyes.
Ask once again, quietly.
Why I answer with lies.
Leave me alone, I beg.
I don't wish to be observed.
Yet you remain, hands wiping tears.
Why don't you seem unnerved?
Later you'll remind me,
We've seen each other through worse.
Softly, reliving promises
I'll be there till you're in a hearse.
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Your plants are flourishing,
As you slowly decline
Is anyone going to notice,
You're running out of time?
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How do you live,
When you're never
First priority.
Not even your own.
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'Talk to me please', I beg.
Anything, to drown out
My crushing reality.
You always oblige me.
Allowing me to drift off,
Comforted by you.
Safety in your stability.
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How cruel it is,
To have so much love.
And no one
To give it to.
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Writing down all my fears,
Transferring their permanence.
Containing them in paper.
Folding it carefully.
It's partly my delusion,
Hoping they'll leave me be.
Take a match, and let it catch.
Watch those tongues of fire,
Slowly devouring.
Eventually it's all gone,
As if it were never here.
I'll collect the ashes,
Use it to feed my garden.
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I'll know you're gone when flowers die,
The landscape beginning to dull.
When the sky slowly greys,
All colour fading away.
When your books and diaries,
All carefully crafted.
Painstakingly handbound.
Lie there waiting, gathering dust.
I can't bring myself to shift them.
To see your handwriting stop,
Such finality would shatter me.
In my mind, you're still here.
When I stop turning to look,
Expecting you nearby.
That's when I'll know you're truly gone,
When even shadows don't linger.
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Too quickly would I have slept,
If we were shadowy figures.
Not people, no risk of perception.
No thoughts clouding my mind,
Just your arms holding me tight.
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I haven't seen you in so long.
And I want nothing more,
Than to completely forget you.
But how can I ignore,
The lasting impact you left?
The way I drink my tea;
Eat with a knife and fork;
Dating the corner of my page.
All of this reminds me of you.
I do these the way you taught me.
None of these in particular,
Are bad memories.
But they always make me wonder,
How much am I really like you?
Am I destined to your fate?
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