Rearranging words into some sort of shape as they tumble from my mess of a heart.
Have mercy now, No recklessness. I think you know that My heart's a mess. That one last night Was not enough. I want you now. I need this love..
You're the rain I want to dance in, Though I know I'll catch a cold. You're the music that is on repeat yet still not getting old. You're the fire that I play with, Without care for getting burned.
Everything I've never wanted, I now can't go without. Time slows, Heart pumps, I'm blushing again. And I wonder if this is all real The way your words are golden Each smile looks like a secret.
Been without an iPhone for a few months. But I'm back and will be writing again soon..
In your absence you leave a new emptiness, All your own. A hole That is Perfectly your perfect shape. Unexpected A tidal wave of nothing at all; No touch, No warmth. No you.
And I feel like I could stroke the moon. Tears welling, threatening. Under the intoxicating spell of love and gin, I need you..
I thought I should let you know that I'm going away for a week. Taking to the countryside of southern Ireland and banishing my phone and the Internet for the week.
I sometimes feel so affected my something that a spot just above my stomach feels totally hollow, like I'm being dragged backwards into a black hole. And then I know I care too much..
And what am I to do now. His frustration, Blistering as he feigns, A little, A little mask of happiness. Itching, Aching, Needing. Needing to know, Needing to help. But now I must not.
There are only two things I will stay up until 2am, completely sober, to do. Opuss is one, and the other involves much fewer words..
Whether or not anyone reads my writing, to articulate my thoughts so deliberately is a spectacular release. To put a difficult feeling into a few lines of poetry gives so much perspective..
Always the vultures Circling, searching. These two, In secret bliss, The hidden prey. Sheltered, just for now. Both painfully aware, Avoiding detection; Casual denial and blushing cheeks.
Personal opinions here, to which I am perfectly entitled. But interested in other views... So anyone who's read anything I've written will know how highly I value the truth.
And what if all I want is too much. What if there is no man To show me the world in a new light, To see the world anew in my light.
I believe that beliefs stem from inside a persons soul. I believe that, when truly upheld, they can reveal some of the most intimate parts of that mind.
I will not condemn you for a single mistake; a wrong decision or flurried words.
In the summer We will surround ourselves with those we hold most dear. Everybody will smile As the sun colours the noses and shoulders of the young.
Show me a sign, Just a small one will do, That I don't just imagine What's between me and you. Some like the chase, But I'm not like the rest. And though there are others, It's you I like best..
Keep me safe, Hold me close, Bring me a single Blood red rose. Whisper our love, Share my pain. Kiss me wildly In the pouring rain..
I cannot always be intelligent, or profound, or insightful. But I can always be true to myself and I think that's better than pretending to be any of those other things..
We cannot just stand by and let life happen. We cannot stop it or slow it down but we can sure as hell buckle up and take the steering wheel..
Both nervous, Tense, But just enough. A wonderful game of back and forth, Each reaching, Tentative, Slowly pushing For the limits of this thing. Arms touch, Knees graze, Cautiously exploring.
A smile that lingers, Apprehension in its curl. Our embrace a little stronger now, Tighter Shallow attempts To say what we won't.
Truth is the worlds most valuable and least valued commodity..
For me, poetry is a song so sublime it has no need for music..
And my expectation, Whatever it had been, Of what you were, And what you would be. All melting right here As you look down at me What I see in you now I so wish I could unsee..
Unable to control our laughter, Barely wanting to. Drove a county or two, Felt worlds away, And forgot about home.
Oh, Monday, so full you were, When I woke, Swollen with promise, Of all I could embark upon, What could be accomplished.
I am, if nothing else, the master of my own words. I shall send them out to do good in the world..
So sure, this young girl, so certain of herself, Shielded, not guarded, Stoic and uncompromising in her kindness, An inner beauty So fleetingly glimpsed by so very few.