Dear You

Dear you,

Don’t let your bones be a mixture of anger and marrow.

Don’t let your mouth sing its song everyday.

Don’t let it consume you

Dont let it fuel your dreams.

Dear you,

Don’t treat your heart like a public space.

Dont let everyone sit and marvel at its walls.

It holds your joy.

And your joy is precious gold.

Dear you,

Don’t get used to sadness.

Don’t think of it as your favourite chair feeling out of place if you are not in it.

Pain is not comfortable

It’s only numbing.

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Something Like AA meetings

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.

Dear You

Dear you,

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?
Dear you,
Did they not tell you that the light at the end of the tunnel is just a mirror reflecting you?

Countdown

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 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.

(Sigh)

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.

Incomplete

Dear Reader,

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…

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.