Just Me And You

Just Me And You

I lift my arms while the wind’s force reckons through, did you sleep while I dreamt away from you?

There isn’t a place so safe while the clouds rage on, do you see me fade till the sun is gone?

And I worry, that there is none, when your tears taste so bitter, the touch of my tongue.

Feel me break away, darkness swoons, petals fall, seeds begin again, the night rages on, do you fear the sun, is the black our tomb, the flower coldly blooms.

It’s not safe while the winds rage on, all these years, where has the time gone?

And you look at me, when there’s something left to breathe, just hold me, it’s a place where dread causally weaves.

It pushes through the clouds, I said it’ll pass, but the clouds cover my eyes, it’ll always last.

I feel it rage on, you know I’m gone.

Is it what you always hold, do I fear that cold?

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My Inefficiencies


Descriptions in my room slowly crawl, a locked door behind a see through wall.

I can feel the air push out against me, a swift scent of karma, truth kisses and lips tease.

Tied around this chemistry of love compounds, does regret always make the same woeful sounds?

And you were here, laid out on a knife, the glass room shows us the reeling sky.

I want a place to hide, a home of untraceable lies, but reality doesn’t like our hopeful goodbyes.

Witness as the roaring winds strangle me, the senses twisted by my inefficiencies.

Let us slip into the mild open seas.

Antique Shop

Antique Shop

Antique Shop
Reasons and days spill hearted desires, flipping light switches when my shop opens to the custom buyers.

I wouldn’t notice a line drawn or a cup tipping, can I sell antiques when the vase caring water starts dripping?

Does it bother you when I kiss your smile, wiping tears when water hits my tiles.

Female features distract my gaze by the flowers, do you think a needle hides within a caving hay tower?

Guilt or truth, it’s all just hidden in my concealed lips, bronze cups breeze cool winds when you gently sip.

Playing out before me while a clock narrows a minute one from three, bashful hours always leap into the mild flirtatious sea.

Come and look over my shoulder when books dream, their vintage ink drips past a worn out seam.

Lessons of a mirror, buried in a wall, fellow men purchase items that speak rhythms of a call.

Quiet your curious mind and sleep where the bed did lay, antique shop lingers perhaps a moment, in a day.

Droplet Nights

Droplet Nights

Droplet Nights
Don’t cry yourself to sleep during the night.

Listen to my heart beats kiss your mind.

Please don’t cry here, what upsets you my dear?

Anything that I might have done, like a pale blue moon blocking out the sun?

I can’t hear your tears at all, another weary problem while each drop continually falls.

Like a sound muted by the ear, my arms fall, her undoubted fear.

Oh, do I even know why?

We could mean anything at all to you.

When will she come around?

Dark shades linger on her bedposts, anxiety in her eyes while she quietly chokes.

Like a dog in a cage
A twig in a flame.
A rock in a lake.

There’s no reason to believe I don’t love you, and I just want to know if we can be the only two?

Don’t cry yourself to sleep at night.

This could reveal anything.

There’s a sigh but can she say the problem?

Keep me grounded in her self antics.

Was there another lover who gave everything, she’s the one searching for answers in anything.

Is she okay?
So silent.
So quiet.
So muffled.

I’m wrapped in your eyes, can’t you see I’ve unraveled darker lies?

Is there nothing anymore?
We are like an empty sky.
Denied by the clouds.
Hidden from the stars.

Look into the words that I’ve let in, she can’t understand that this breaks me within.

Parts and gaps of her complex emotion, her whispers of love float out onto this misty ocean.

I’ve never been here for you is what I’ll say, this won’t make sense but I’ll understand better by the day.

She’s just scared.
Shorted air.
Defying care.

The thoughts and dreams collect my mind, going to look away in and out of weary time.

We will never be the same.
I will never be the same.

Crying herself to sleep at night.

I do love you but what’s the point of rejection, she tears while denying casted affection.

Drowning in a black cloud, enclosing our lives in a shroud.

I will never listen to what they say.

I am looking into those eyes, pale moon, nostalgia of refused, lovers swoon.

Dropping my head, of what she said.

Cry yourself to sleep at night.