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I told him that I love him
And he just looked away
I sat there sinking in the silence –
What more could I say?

If I could turn it off I would,
this painful beating heart;
Faltering at a touch or glance
Jumping hard to start.

And so resigned to fate am I,
this trouble that I’m in.
I’d weather every pang and ache
to waste my time with him.


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Gone

After 24 days I had 24 reasons to let him stay away
But I couldn’t resist the heroin high his songs makes in my brain.
I gave him a song like a blanket, something to calm his shivering mind;
Gave up my strength to heal his wounds, then died when he pushed me aside.

His face is starting to fade, getting harder to call to mind
There’s only echoes of his voice – him telling me he’s mine.
His face, it came in a dream once though, clear as the day we met;
Heart it raced, and when I woke up, I had to remember that he’d left.

We’re like the ocean, our love comes in tides –
A rush of relief when we smash and collide –
And then all at once, roughly ripped back to sea
Pulled down to the depths and exposed to the deep.


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Trouble

Trouble with a different face
I’d still know you any place
It seems we’re destined to cross paths
Time and time again

I never even think your name
And still you find me, just the same
I can’t say that I’m glad to see you
Don’t care how you’ve been

And here we go now, one more time
Aching just to call you mine
Swiftly brushing the past aside
To feel you on my skin.