Bits and Pieces

"I don't believe in magic", 
the young girl said. 

The old woman smiled. 
"You will when you see him".

He was the best hell I have ever been in;
I didn't mind burning at all.
He whispered paintings into my ears 
I lived in a gallery of seduction.

I saw galaxies in his eyes, 
I found him in storms, 
I felt him in lightning 
and I missed him when it rained.

Long live the magic we made...

But sometimes 
you just have to write 
your own damn fairy tale.

*Note: This poem is composed of bits and pieces of words, sayings and notes that I found on the internet.

Gray's Anatomy

You didn't love Me.

You thought You did

Maybe You were lonely

Your life was going nowhere

and You needed someone to care

I was around

convenient

happy to be there

You didn't love Me

I was a warm body

next to You at night

a buffer

between You and the nightmares

Maybe I was good for Your ego

I told You that You matter

I told you that You are Good. Kind. Important.

NOT a waste of space

I made You feel alive

I was fun to talk to

laugh with

be with

but You didn't love Me

You never did

Because you don’t destroy the people you love.

Dream

Man in my dreams

Lost part of my heart

I see you

Tall and Strong

You lifted Me high off the ground

Your lips

Locked on Mine

Never to let go

Part of an air starved dream

I burn for you

Man of my mind

Man of my soul

I see you

But I don’t see your face

Never have I felt a Love so Strong

Or wanted something so much

You are Candle

I am Paper

And Together

We BURN

And the bliss unmakes mere ecstasy

Infinite times over

As we shatter

Into. a. million. little. pieces.

Dance With Me

Dance with me

Hold me close

as we float-dance

Around and around and around and around

the floor

One, two, three, four

My eyes never leave Yours

One, two, three, four

Your hand in Mine

Mine in Yours

Our feet move as one

Which is funny

Because I can’t dance...

Then You Stop.

And the music Stops 
with You.

You look down and smile

Eyes alive

Your mouth touches mine for a moment

Cut. Short.

And suddenly We lie

My head on Your chest

Your legs tangled in Mine

In peace so utter so complete

Life. Stands. Still.

‘Don’t leave me’ You whisper,

I reply, ‘I won’t’.

And I am snatched away from your arms in a cold cloud of noise.

Birthday Present Poem

Old soul
New body
Donut eating
Lasagna making
Agony auntie
Bear
Of the mad friends
Late night calls
Good profile picture
Taking
Lover of whiskey, cats, comics, Lego
And me?
Happy birthday
The bunny didn't say it
So I will
Over the top
Hooray
Late poem
Better better better
Better late than never
Panda bear hug.