Archive for September, 2015


Doubt, the little killer….

Tell me you love me
as my heart craves your word,
I need the reassurance
that may sound absurd,
I need to know you mean it
when you say “I love you”,
It’s important to me
that the words you speak are true,
Understand my doubts
because I can’t help how I feel,
But know without a doubt
what I feel for you is real,
When I tell you that I love you
and I say you have my heart,
Know that I’m not lying
it’s the truth from the start,
So much more that I could say
but every time I write you I hope it shows,
If your gonna hurt me give me warning
but I know that’s not the way it goes….

.x.

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The story of you….

There is a story
    a story of you,
And how you wrapped yourself
    around me so true….

  I love going into paperchase…. it’s where i buy all my blank books from to write in, I buy a new pen everytime  (usually purple). The last time I was in the shop you said I should write us….
I laughed it off and thought no more till a couple of days ago….
  It’s not us I write, I thought…..
…. It’s the story of you….
How you wrap your words around me….
How you turn each and every word into an art that would leave even the greatest painters…. the greatest poets…. envious….
How you unleash more words from my lips that come from somewhere so deep within, that I didn’t even realise those feeling where there until after I have written them.
  So I bought a book….

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I considered a few things to write on the first page but simply….

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Is all it needs to say….

And so this book will have every finished and unfinished poem and thought….
I’m going to fill every page with what I feel…. the words you’ve told me I express so beautifully….

.x.

Will you….?

Will you write your words
upon my skin,
Write your name inside my veins
and call me your perfect sin,
Ruin me
with your smile,
Make every little moment
worthwhile,
Remember the little things
because they mean the most….?

.x.

32….

I’ve got a couple of poems to post but I’m tired so tomorrow….

     “….For now i just want to tell you
    that I’ve got you on my mind,
And all I can think is how you my darling
are so very sweet and kind….”
       Most simply put….
             I love you my sweet….”

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.x.

 

Text me the blame….

There are dark secrets that travel my mind
it’s rough hard bracken and rain,
It’s twisted and broken spinning back through time
it’s an endless river of pain,
The memories they keep on haunting
even though I pack them on their way,
And that fucking horse he chases me
a nightmare I don’t want to play,
And it’s words oh so many words
twisting their way through,
They slap so hard I fall to my knees
then they stand me again before you,
And you you take my heart caress
then crush it beneath your feet,
You drag your finger under my chin
then knock me down when our eye does meet,
And it’s her voice and I’m 6 again
but I see with the eyes of now,
And it’s so messed up and sickening
and I see what your doing to him and I’m screaming how,
Every knock down I get back up
so much stronger than I know,
But these thoughts these memories this nightmare
try to break me as they put on a show,
I close my eyes and he’s standing over me again
his hand print across my face,
And my feelings they crack and splinter
shatter all over the place,
Now I’m back ten paces fighting this
and it’s all because of a text,
But I’ll stand again and fight this
because happiness is what’s supposed to come next….

.x.

Sometimes all it takes is a text from someone who knows the right words to use….

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