My Lullaby

I want to fall asleep talking to you

Listening to the sound of your voice

Tickle my ears and warm my insides.

I want to melt under your touch

As you trace patterns on my skin

Down my back, across my arms

Gently dancing delicately through my mind

As I drift off into nothingness.

This is my lullaby.

You are my lullaby.

In My Veins

The last time I saw him, he was broken.
His insides had leaked out
and I saw him for what he now was—
For what he had always been.

I cut him away, like he had cut me;
I had copied him like a machine.
I followed in his footsteps, like I always had.
I was pasted in his veins and I should have known
that he was stuck for all eternity in mine.

He still looked beautiful as he bled into my heart.
He still looked astounding as I tried to sew him back together.
Nothing worked and I was left with a shadow;
a mere image of him that used to be so much more.

We had dreamt. We had imagined our lives.
He told me his last stories for the last time
as I watched him speak his last words,
and then finally . . . his last breath.

I felt the privilege and then I felt the guilt.
I held his torn heart as his love overflowed.
It was too late though.

He was in my veins
and there was no getting him out.
He was the love of my life
and I had watched him drown.

I've Got So Much To Tell You

I've got so much to tell you.
I have so much to share.
I'd rather say in person, though
better now than when you're not there.

I've got so much to tell you.
I don't know where to start.
I'm married with four children
And people buy my art.

I've got so much to tell you.
My job's skyrocketed through the roof.
I've learnt how to knit
And made something just for proof.

I've got so much to tell you.
It has been far too long.
I built a house from nothing.
Bricks and pieces never wrong.

I've got so much to tell you.
Most importantly I'm great.
I'm happier than I've ever been,
I'm glad to tell you now instead of wait.

...

I had so much to tell you.
But I waited too long to share.
I wish that you were here,
I wish that you could care

That now I have a family
Just like you always wished.
And now I am everything
That you wanted on your list.

I'm sorry that I can't tell you
In person, face to face.
But I know that you can hear me
And am proud of what I've made.

Liar

I did not tell him that I loved him.
He knew I did but doesn't know I do.
I wanted to ask about his day
But I sat there, thinking it too soon.

I did not tell him of the cheating.
He only knew about half the truth.
I did not mention all the tears.
I did not think I owed him proof.

I did not tell him that I lied
About the things I used to do.
I did not tell him of the anger
That I felt towards him too.

I did not tell him of the presents
That I put so much time into.
I did not tell him of the presence
He made in my life on cue.

All these things I did not share with him
Seem awful all at once.
But I wanted to protect him
From all the hurtful things I'd done.

I guess that's why it ended
And why it never would have last.
For I am a great, big Liar
And he was nothing but the past.

[You were] a rose

You were a rose

Wound tightly around my heart

I was captured by your sweet

Smell and the red of your

Petals and the soft brushes of your

Leaves. That I didn't notice

Your thorns digging in

Until I had to pull them out

By myself. One by one...

Small Moments

Listen

we sit in bed reading

there is a space between us

as we nudge towards the light

transfixed by our own stories

but play footsies under the covers

I turn to him and smile

as his eyes move slowly from his 

page to meet mine

I kiss him like the protagonist kissed 

her prince in the book I'm reading

I want him in that moment

I want our story to be in a book

to be remembered for all the 

small moments we make

in our ever-vast universe of Life.

Like a dream

This is the place where we used to go

where the trees were as green as your eyes.

But now the dusty soil has overcome it all

and we have been forced out like flies.

This is the place that we used to know

where the sky was as blue as the sea.

But now we are left with mere echoes

And they, too 

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                                             d
                               a
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                                                             like a dream.

Growing Up

Listen

School nights turn into week nights.

School days turn into work days.

Weekends turn into work days.

It's called growing up.

It happens slowly

and before you notice,

you're driving around

trying to find where you belong

which is Nowhere and

Everywhere all at the same time.

And people keep calling you

asking for help and guidance

but you're just as lost,

and you realise....

That's what life is about:

Being Lost.

But the world keeps on spinning

and changing, faster than you.

The number of candles grow

as the wicks get smaller.

Friends turn into lovers 

and lovers turn into nothing.

The world keeps on shrinking

as your circle falls away,

and you have to learn to cope

in the ever-changing world

of an adult wishing to be a child.

It's called growing up.