Ache

Like a boxer who has been punched once too many,
I stumble back on my words and retreat away
to find myself some self preservation.
You dismembered my innocence and my love,
and left me with only hatred and spite.
There isn't much left to preserve of me,
just the embittered and shrivelled lump of flesh
that I used to call my heart.
But I wish you could rid me of my misery
and just kill me first before you go and
break my heart again.

Alone

Bright moonbeam in the night
illuminates a single lone shadow.
Alone is the moon in her resplendence
and alone I am in the darkness.

to tell, is to admit.
and even if i do tell
there is none to hear.

Chronos and music

The clock is a constant reminder of the days
that must be passed before the tune is sweet.
Minor in key, the melody is like a snake that
entwines in all the shell of my fragile mind.
The staccato beat and rhythm in my head
turns into a minum and then a semibreve.
Those jarring notes hold on for oh-so long
and only when they stop can I start to sing.

Penelope's Lament

Each stitch gains across the loom
and like faithful Penelope, I wait.
With each turn of the thread
I think of you and your smiles.
Every second that ticks by,
a beat,
a heartbeat in time.
I gave you my heart as moly
but you were enchanted all the same.
I'll sit here and weave as I miss you
but it all unravels with the silence.

I wish I could think forever
of those times that I laughed,
when you were beside me
and we were smiling as one.

Sadness seems to creep on me
and hang with such a long face.
I only wish that you'd stay
a little while longer with me.

woke up this morning in hope
but reality sat next to me

knocked down too soon
like a skittle down the lane.

i won't ask for much from you
only give me one more chance
to say my last goodbye.

- My legs are weak: Paloma Faith