I feel the need to introduce myself.
This is my self esteem; twice removed.
Meet my emotional availabity; try making a phone call in the desert you have better luck of reaching through.
These are my walls; made of stone, made of disappointments, made of tomorrow’s that never came.
My clothes may fall faster.
And these are my dreams, this is my fire.
Sometimes it burns but everytime its my light.
They told you home is two eyes and a beating heart.
Tell me why you never felt at home within yourself?
Scrub the regret and disappointments away,
Clear out the mess from your soul,
Dust off the shame from the shelves of your mind.
You are coming home.
You are coming to yourself.
Did they not tell you that your sleeves were made for buttons and cufflinks, not hearts?
Did you tell them you are tired? How you lost yourself only to find yourself weeping softly into your pillow?
Did they not tell you that the light at the end of the tunnel is just a mirror reflecting you?
10 years ago I met a guy, we created our own version of heaven but then he left and being in heaven alone felt a lot like hell.
So 9 times like a cat I tried to bring our love back to life. But he always chose her.
Her with a body shaped like an 8 and some days I don’t blame him. Really.
But the heartbreak I felt then should be listed as one of the 7 wonders of the world. Heck it pales them.
He said “I was young, I didn’t know better”
I said even 6 year olds know how to say sorry.
He said it and looked at me expectantly like he deserved 5 gold stars.
All I really wanted to hear was that 4 letter word especially when its part of that over used 3 word phrase but like always it didn’t come.
Its 2 a.m. and instead of sleeping I am trying to convince myself he is not my the 1. And I’m failing miserably.
I apologise truly for the silence. Once again I find my thoughts reaching a dead end in the maze that’s my mind. So here is an incomplete poem which I don’t know how to end.
I am leaves in autumn every time I see your face,
I’m still turning my demons into angels in lace
Or dust in a chalice.
I don’t know where I went wrong my love
Sometime between sixteen and twenty five
I lost my way, lost my drive.
I hate love poems
But I want to write you one.
I hate love poems
But you are the muse behind mine.
I hate love knots
But with these gifts I hope you forget me not.
I hate love notes
But here’s one.
I hate love letters
But this one is about you.
I hate love bites
But please cover my body with yours.
I hate love handles
But I hope mine help you find your balance
I hate love songs
But they make sense when I’m with you.
I hate love stories
but you are my favourite.
I hate love at first sight stories
But you prove me wrong.
I hate love
But I love you.
See my confusion.