Who makes me smile?

Who makes me feel new?

Who causes me to feel loved?

You!

Who holds my hand with comfort?

Who causes my happiness to grow?

Who gives me strength?

You!

Who relaxes my soul?

Who takes away my blues?

Who brings me joy?

You!

Running water makes me feel

like I am just only one

a drop in passing nature sketch

reminding ice that it is done

All the colours in a rip

the blues and greens in see through skirts

all tell me something deep and yet

I drown in aqua point usurped

Lasting lay me

down to rest

upon the covers blue my bed

and maybe I can finally sleep

without the tocking in my head

Forgotten 

But never quite

Forgotten 

washed up on the sand less shore

so many bones 

where can I bury

what has yet to die

for more I seek

yet less is mine

more I beg

at rationed scraps

to sop up salt 

drippy on the wood

but ship is set

to sea my temptress

to plank and stern

mold is but an afterthought 

Forgotten 

But never

Forgotten 

There's a certain echoed exhale when a book ends

Its almost as if the universe mourns as much as you do

your leaving from its world

But yet still after 

the last of the book's words 

ripple and ascend from the pages 

curling around you in quiet farewell

asking only that you remember them

long into your entrance into a new literary escape

In your presence I

made a monstrous hammock 

heart and soul as one

Can I make it so

that I may never depart

even Sun is timed

Gone but I am here

in the night remembrance 

basic as the stars

Tally up the wisemen

tell them to walk away

this star is not for wisemen

who sit on thrones and say

"You a fool I call you out!

Mark this one as dead.

I saw his soul its black throughout!

I would not feed him bread!"

Tally up the sinners

I think they number few

who call out boasting winners

would that they would spew 

They seek some shelter rain is fine

as long as they're not solely 

near those who point yet seek divine 

but fall so short of holy

Tally up the people

I think their numbers fall

who call to mind a steeple

and answer heaven's call

To gather and to bundle

all whose scars are tender

not pure of heart would crumble

from wisemen crooked mender 

You confuse me.

You stare directly in my eyes and smile, 

But you don't look at me everytime I say goodbye.

You allow me to hold your arms,

Another day you walk two steps faster  than me.

You play all that love songs in the car,

And another day you stand away from me.

You call me out for coffee and cakes,

But you don't like to eat sweet savouries.

You text me till late night,

But we never spoke on the phone.

It turns immediately awkward if you bump into me in public,

We exchange smiles and that's about it,

But we meet each other privately over lunch or dinner for extensive conversations.

You seem to like my subtle touch gestures while I'm talking to you,

But you never laid your fingers on me.

You make it look like you treat me special,

But you have other girlfriends who seem to be closer to you.

You initiate movie plans,

But you never made it happen.

You send me pictures of yours,

 I'm wondering whether do you do the same with your other girlfriends?

Do you like me or I'm just convenient to you?

I'm disarrayed cause you confuse me so.

Torn from angers cloth

I wipe my face 

dripping blood

as a solution

to clean 

the raging agony spilling 

from my eyes

weak solvent 

bleach is of the past

I cleanse with red longing

and dry with the hollowness

of my cries

take what you will

the floor will be scrubbed

remove your hope I can't reach

I'm done

but if you return

take off your words

the floor is easily stained 

and some stains

never come out  

Tossed to fairness

landing in

a vat of bubbled

coiled sin

I spoke of justice

tasted sweet

but left my hunger 

incomplete

I yelled to deafness

"Open up!"

and proudly strutted

though from where and what

I cannot linger

dangers eyes

will toss me under

my throne of lies

Not throne but tower

stubbled brick

I speak so grandly

but make it quick

I shut them out

and proudly smile

but to what end 

can a fools word pile

Abandoned? No 

I give them room

in all my fairness

I still presume

Many roses 

in a bed

greener marks 

and throne is wed

to thorns and brambles

beasts and beauty

garden spoken

taken duty

A ray of shine

colour pallet

to each and every

petal shall it

Glisten gleam 

and call to you

don't pluck a rose

or help its hue

It never asked

and nor shall I

but will you hold me

just to die?