Friday 28 February 2014

Barely living

Will the chit chat
Make us both feel better
Or will the simple silence
Suffice?

You still wore your hair
The same as when
I saw you last
Loose and lithe

Two cups of hot chocolate
Pushed up together
Do they say something
Of our future?

The days have been
Less than adequate
The nights have been
Absolutely insufferable

I ask you how work has been
You say it's still going OK
One day they may decide
To promote you

You ask me how work has been
I say I'm still drifting
Hoping one day
Someone notices me

You glance down at your watch
The one from him
That you always religiously
Wore

My heart's newly glued
Pieces are crumbling
Once again
I need you

Please don't walk away
Please don't say
'It was nice to see you
Good luck with everything'

Saturday 22 February 2014

3

In the heart of the city
It's tough to feel free
Maybe it's safer to just
Trust in misery

When you told me
That you felt lonely
In hallowed school halls
That mine your brain

People rush by, chasing
Buses that are always full
We take some time out
From the rush of it all

I told you to be brave
To face down a world
That never rewards
Or sees earnestness

             -

When the leaves died
Left with August
The idealism drained
And the lies still lived

I wanted you
To myself and only
You wanted me 
Very differently

Who do I complain to?
When dreams turn sour?
Is there a way to just
Avoid these stabbing hours?

Love is fleeing
Hate lingers for longer
Than you can bear

Saturday 15 February 2014

Plenty More

When you tried to let me down
In that gentle detached way
I was convinced an army
Could not dredge my tears

He puts an arm around my shoulder
And balances sincere eyes
With a worrying wobble
Tells me I'm too young for this grief

The scenes may change, the city
May call itself the same names
But I can't find that feeling of
Togetherness anymore

He brings another two over
And balances European glasses
On hands that knew this pain
Tells me I know too little of the world

There may be streets of female bodies
There may be rooms of unfound love
But you only ever have one rush
That sincere youth can bring