Cutting You Out

These words I wrote for your eyes to see,
but you were never going to comprehend.
It's too late for me to change my mind,
too late for excuses and possible goodbyes.
No regrets are forming in my thoughts;
the line hangs limply between the blades,
but the question still remains.

Hide

I thought I had hidden my cracks away,
tucked them under layers so thick like cream.
The beauty I sought was attainable;
or so I assumed.
Each flaw was magnified in that cruel image,
the barbs that flew buried deep into flesh.
For beauty is only skin deep and I knew
that however much I tried to hide the truth,
it would still be there behind my every step.

Vines

You entwined your memory into my thoughts like vines
and wove patterns into my every daydream and wish.
I cannot think to tear you apart from my being
for such separation would cause me such pain,
for you have become a part of me like a limb I need
and like the other half of my still beating heart.

Sailing Away

As you board that ship to the ends of the world,
to discover things yet unknown and yet unseen.
I will keep those memories safe and treasured,
put away until called for in another time and place.
So you’ll go sailing on past the dark horizon,
with a thousand stars twinkling in the foreground.
I’ll remain on the shore with my eyes to the sea,
and hope that perhaps one day I may see you again.

Stitches

They stuck me together with craft glue,
and assured me that I would remain sane.
They said that I could stand up alone again,
each stitch they sewed burning black into skin.
But you came along soon after and unpicked,
you ripped each seam apart with your hands.

It burdens me so

It weighs like a burden swinging off a hook,
so my heart feels the drag towards the earth.
My utter hypocrisy is like a badge of disgrace,
weighing down each and every step I take.
I want to hide my face in shame from the light
and cover myself with the dark deeds of others.
The sense of doing complete and utter wrong
twists my entire being into painful agony
and dogs the steps I take to escape from the truth.

Wilt

Forget the wilting plant sitting in the shadows,
in the corner and so dull amongst the vivid
colours of the orchids and sunflowers pointing
towards the brilliance of the midday sun.
She leans in the damp corners of the garden,
hoping to be noticed and yet, dreading to be.
Her leaves have shriveled up and a dusty coat
covers her completely as her ashen petals fall,
and she fades into nothingness as the days go by.

In the wrong

You held my hand underneath the cover of night,
it felt so wrong, but oh, so right.
We flirted with danger knowing that to be caught
would mean the end of this lustful love affair.
It was the seductive rush of pure adrenaline
each and every time we collided in the dark.
I was supposed to be a mere summer fling, a toy,
but you caught a hold of me anyway with your touch
and now I cannot think to let you back to her again.

Disillusionment

hum hum hum. more melancholy crap. to which, i'd rather not display. simply because it gets to the point of complete and utter whininess. if that is a word.

Starlight

effing crap. i write awful poetry when in a star-struck mood. honestly. i cringe. as it always happens when i re-read something that i've written over a year ago. i never cease to embarrass myself, do it? then again, i do make the ass in embarrass pretty obvious.

You were just a(nother) fuck

- gone -

Masochist

With each stroke and touch you annihilate me,
I dissolve into nothingness and gasp for air.
Each caress is like the cold slash of steel,
my heart beating faster in its final throes.
Every time I see your face you deepen my pain,
such sickly sweet masochistic torture I agree to.
For I know that every one of those strokes
are completely and utterly meaningless to you.

Flawed

Spherical glass and gleaming bright,
utterly smooth to catch the sunlight.
You give out that aura of perfection
and completeness of life.
But to step closer, the cracks are seen,
the flawed beauty of you,
refraction of light as it shines through
those many imperfections that you
seek so desperately to hide.

Liquorice

Those clever words you use to ensnare others
will not catch me now.
No, now I have indefinitely learnt
the gaping chasm that your words hide.
I will not fall for those cheap pick up lines,
Ones that would make others blush.
But I have discovered that those words
are mere bursts of sounds
and nothing else.
Nothing, nothing but a mix of random
vowels and consonants.
Like a pack of Allsorts, black liquorice.
Of course.
Black like that heart that you have
and black like that soul that you hide.