For the one who holds my heart

Listen

For the one who holds my heart

I ask you to take care

I may seem like a fearless one

But my head is unaware

With what it's like to love someone

As important as you

So hold on to me with all you got

Because I'm glad I've found you

Every Day

Every day I start a new
Line
A new thought
A new beginning
A better ending.

Every day I try to begin
Again
With hope
With trust
With possibility.

Every day will be
Filled
With love
With adventure
With friends.

Every day I am here
Is perfect
Is different
Is amazing.

More

Sometimes what we wish for is not truly what we need.

Sometimes what we wanted was nothing more than greed.

Sometimes what we ask for doesn't always feel so good

Because it wasn't needed, only gotten 'cause we could.

Corrupting moulded minds with items to possess.
Things are piling all around us and filling up our heads
with pointless rules and pointy tools. We're nothing more than sheep.
Hold on to what you value: the end takes what we keep.

Sacred in our hearts. Nothing last so long.
Sometimes what we wish for had gotten us so wrong.
Deeper in the thick of it, loving what we'll lose.
What more can we ask for? We're always gonna choose

More.

Blur

Swinging swiftly, I throw back my head.
The world's upside down, yet it still makes sense.
It blurs right past me but I remain on track:
Forwards, frontwards, backwards, back.

I kick my legs and hold on tight.
I swing with freedom and all that's right.
The birds join in with their flapping wings.
I feel like flying, but instead I sing.

I let my voice flow, like a running tap.
It streams through the wind, no sense of a map.
No pattern is needed, no real words said.
Just the swaying sounds of nature and the trees overhead.

Letting go of my grip, and putting trust in the ground,
I leap from my haven with a final sharp sound.
Everything is quiet, as the song came to a close.
Now to face all reality and break the blur that arose.

Like Crazy

My heart isn't in my rib cage where it used to be
And it's not on my sleeve where I left it.
Somewhere down the line I gave it away

To someone who needed it more than me.
I didn't even realise what I was doing
Or how I was affecting myself and them.
Sometimes you just do things because
They must be done.
And they must be done now.

Sometimes all I want to do is be with you.
The waiting around kills me but I know this is
Next to nothing of what I put you through.
So I deserve it. All of it. I know.
But knowing that only makes it mildly better.

I have so much free time now
And I spend it thinking of you
And what we would be doing right now if you were here.
I think about the future. Our future.
And I imagine me making you pancakes in our kitchen
And cuddling up on our couch, in our house,
Watching reruns of Doctor Who.
And I think about how I got here but I don't remember.
You have become my obsession.
And I know I have become yours.

Lighthouse

I listen to the sea erupt
so very late at night.
I listen to the crashing of the waves
as the shore puts up a fight.

I make my way across the floor.
It's icy on my feet.
The socks leave little warmth inside
as I take my window seat.

I can see the war in front of me;
It rages with no end.
But come morning light, they'll call a truce
and realise they are friends.

With a last look out my window
and a last listen to the wrath,
I tiptoe back to the warmth,
following the same path.

The sounds start to dissipate;
the smell of salt begins to fade.
My eyes are closing, heavy now;
the darkness starts to invade.

There's a wild place beyond this tower
but I am safe inside my bed.
Only sounds and sights can enter here;
my home is safer than my head.

I listen to the sea erupt,
it's almost morning now.
I drift off back to sleep once more
as the seas begin their bow.

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.