Hold Tight

March 10, 2013

They told us that we’d never make it,
but look at how far we’ve come,
A love like this, you can’t fake it,
so I know that you’re the one.
And it hasn’t been easy I know,
and we still have a long way to go;
but stay by my side, hold on tight
’cause what we have is worth the fight.

You didn’t think we could do it,
believed it would be too tough.
But girl, I always knew it;
we just had to love enough
And I know we’re not there yet,
but no matter how hard it gets
I’ll stay by your side, hold you tight
’cause if we’re together we’ll be alright.

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If the heart is where Love can be found,
that explains the pulse
the inconsistency
the breaking up and making up
the on and off and on again.

If Love lives in the heart,
I understand why now and then
the booming beat of shouts and screams
and we-are-throughs
gets so damn loud.

If the heart is home to Love,
then that is why
no matter ups and downs
there’s just no way
that I could live apart from you.

He and She (Unfinished)

April 20, 2012

“I will give you the world,” said he.
“You can keep your world, it means nothing to me;
give me your heart, instead.”
“I’m afraid that is one thing I cannot do,” he said.
“Well, if that is true,
I cannot waste another day with you;
What I need from you is love
there’s nothing that I place above.”
“So romantic, so naive;
this is no reason to leave!”
“Perhaps, but then what reason to stay?
What do we have at the end of the day
if not love and romance?”
“Must there be a purpose to the dance?
Can we not do for doing’s sake, just for fun?”
“But what will there be when the dance is done
to make me not regret?”
She said, “fun, one can forget.
It is love that ever-lasts”
“Love too shall pass”

Wings

February 14, 2012

You never wanted me to fly.
You clipped my wings with a simple lie.
You told me you loved me and after that day
I felt I could not walk away
for fear that I might never find another love;
that nothing else would ever be enough
to help me get over
what we had together.
But what you called love and affection
was nought but chains, an incarceration;
I was your slave, though I thought I was free,
a prisoner of my insecurity.

Wings

February 14, 2012

You never wanted me to fly.
You clipped my wings with a simple lie.
You told me you loved me and after that day
I felt I could not walk away
for fear that I might never find another love;
that nothing else would ever be enough
to help me get over
what we had together.
But what you called love and affection
was nought but chains, an incarceration;
I was your slave, though I thought I was free,
a prisoner of my insecurity.

xiv. Burn

July 30, 2011

I burned her.

I set her alight
and watched the flames rise
and the smoke curl.

I watched her skin blister,
her hair crinkle
and her smile turn to ashes.

At first it felt extreme
but once the photos were gone,
I began to feel a weight lifting.

I felt the curtain being pulled back
and the shadows start to fade
so I carried on.

Next, I threw her clothes on the flames
and for a moment her fragrance filled the room
before the smoke thickened.

A black tower rose up
from the waste paper bin
in the middle of the living room.

Thick black smoke,
the colour of my heart,
caressed the ceiling.

Before long, I had burned it all:
photos, clothes, DVDs, gifts;
I’d even thrown her favourite mug on the flames.

But somehow,
memories of her lingered on;
she refused to be forgotten.

I realised that a part of her
still lived inside me,
that as long as I loved her, she’d never let go.

So there was only one thing for it;
I had one last thing to burn,
one last thing to cleanse of her.

I felt the flames beckoning me,
urging me to finish the job,
and so I gave in to them.

I jumped on the flames
and the last thing I saw before my soul was consumed
was her.

xii. Silence

July 22, 2011

The noise takes over silence, suddenly.
The awkwardness between us grows too loud;
The ticking clock upon the wall counts down
the time that passes by without a word;
The television, background hum before,
now commentator on the battlefield
that sprawls between us, hostile land bestrewn
with failed apologies and unmasked lies;
The softly growling dog that lies asleep,
a symbol of a simpler life – of peace –
reminder of naivete of youth,
a time when arguments seemed all grown up
and we swore we would grow up differently;
the music rumbling through the party wall –
a constant that we’ve grown used to – becomes
an inapt soundtrack to our dying love;
and even traffic from the street below
begins to taunt and tease by offering
escape – the sound of people travelling
from place to place – if only you would dare
but we both know that if you leave, it’s done.
The silence feeds itself as time ticks on
and I can’t bare the thunderous sound it makes
but neither of us want for it to end.

Lies

June 13, 2011

She looked into your eyes,
your deep, enchanting stare,
and swallowed all the lies
you spoke without a care.

She hung on every word,
so smooth and somehow sweet
and fell for what she heard
as you spun your deceit.

She held onto your hand;
the truth, she clearly did not know.
She could not understand
why you were letting go.

She watched you walk away
and hoped that you would turn around.
She had so much to say
but could not make a sound.

xxi. Gone

April 14, 2011

fear in your gut,
can’t move, can’t run;
stake through your foot,
barrel of a gun;
stuck in a rut,
true love, no fun;
never made the cut,
now she’s gone.

xxxiv. First Love

February 18, 2011

Their love was tough for her;
It placed a burden on her soul.
She feared that people might find out,
And worry took its toll.

She said it mustn’t be revealed,
Their secret must be kept.
He said he couldn’t live that way.
She hid her face and wept.

She’d never been in love before,
And though she knew that this was it,
She couldn’t take the step it took,
To properly commit.

A part of her was truly his,
But it was locked away inside.
Her inability to open up,
Was why their love curled up and died.