Tuesday, 14 June 2016

You only realise how lucky you were when your luck is in jeapordy and you are so far from your heartbeat and the blessing that befell you on the special day that started your life. I miss 'My heartbeat'

in between
nothing but lonely sheets
wish I could escape, sleep
that’s what he use to be
a dream
I am
no longer thirteen
now he’s reality
and only beauty to me
awake, only just
and on my mind, him
I can twist
and in my heart, him
I can turn
and on my skin, his touch
even more then, I yearn
and on my lips, his
so I lay there
nothing I can do
but feel my heart set a light and begin to burn
even then, still
within my heart a hole
one that I can’t without him fill
nothing surrounding me
wishing him beside me
wishes are for the weak
just bare sheets
missing the way he made my heart skip beats
in the cold, I freeze
to that he was and always will be
the heat
my breath
the reason for the current existence of me
my favourite seat
my heartbeat

Thursday, 2 June 2016

Just when you think you have esacped your past and moved right on you get hit with that one line that makes you think otherwise ‘I’ll Make You Forget Him’

‘I’ll make you forget him’

At that, the lights grew dim
I hate nothing more than I do him

While you aim to make me forget-
you cause the memories and my mind to connect.
I called him amazing and you I still do perfect

‘I’ll make you forget him’

Do I accept?
Do I allow instinct to kick in?
Too late. I reject.

while your arm beneath me
red is all I see
nice to finally view what you make of me truly

You’ll  make me ‘forget him’

if I hadn’t already
then in your bed on your arm I wouldn’t be

Next time before you revive my past- think carefully.
or it will soon be
that she will have to try and make you forget me.


Wednesday, 1 June 2016

The pain of seperation from the love of your life makes your heart feel like it's been ripped out of you and trampled on and you are left 'Torn Apart' and weak without a heart

So many words unspoken
fragments of the heart unbroken
parts of you untouched
disruption of our facility- unjust
bed sheets unadorned by our skin
no use hiding the emptiness within
loneliness armed and ready to kill
I’m still waiting for the thrill
but yet again disappointment takes the lead
stranded without you watching my heart bleed
smiles and exhilaration torn apart
left with nothing but a core stabbed with a poisoned dart
saying it will only mean
strength is weakening
with nothing to hold at the arrival of the evening