There’s Something About You

Theres something
Something about you
In the way you talk
The air where you walk
Something
Relaxing
Enchanting
Detracting
From all the pain I’d felt before
Theres something
Something about you
About the way you hear my thoughts
Without a word
Without a look
You know
My own mind; more out of touch
Theres something about
Something about you
About the way your eyes hypnotise
Recognise the pain
And wash it away
Theres something
Something about you
Something about the way you know
Everything about me
Without a word
Without a look
Your touch;
My medicine

Flower Patch Soul

My soul; a flowerbed

Born a bare patch of soil on a warm summers day;

I start a blank slate.

My family; the sun

Nourishing the seeds within me, encouraging them to fruition

Caring for the seeds of new, blew my way by,

Life; the winds

Pushing seeds of fragrant wild flowers my way

Brushing away old leaves, creating something brighter, diverse, unique.

Friends; the rain

Refreshing and cooling from the suns rays

Reminding us, harshly, to feel the wind is near

The Guilt of Self-love

Why do I find guilt,

to find beauty in myself?

Why is a fleeting admiration of my own thighs,

followed quickly by regret?

What is it that drags me into self-loathing,

if ever I stop to appreciate the colour of my eyes?

What fuels the ghosts that haunt me,

for my time in the mirror?

How come, I can encourage self-love,

yet derail if I dare to like myself?

Between Sheets and Blankets

Secrets shared

Between sheets and blankets

Exposing flaws

Adoring them

Whispers heard

Under the glow of candlelight

Memories revealed

Puzzling beauty

Blossoming care

In your arms safety

New love

New eyes

He Would

I miss my dog

I miss his grin

I miss the way he’d lick my chin,

to greet me when I arrived home

I miss how he understood my every mood

Like no-one else could

How he knew how to play by himself

and knew when he should

And when I felt all alone,

needed to be comforted,

he would

How?

How do they do that?

Your eyes

Picking the locks of my mind

Crumbling the walls that the years built

Warding off the demons that lay beyond them

Transforming me into something new

Once I was a caterpillar, creeping cautiously

Now, something content and beautiful

A butterfly, beautiful enough to be loved

And to love unwavering

Hot Sweet Coffee and Cigarettes

Hot sweet coffee and cigarettes, I shouldn’t want you but I do.

How you compliment each other; an adoring couple.

How you draw me into your love,

Show your beauty and leave me wanting more.

But hot sweet coffee and cigarettes, you are so toxic for me

My heart, it pounds so loudly whenever you are near

And my lungs, a breathe, they cannot keep

Though my woes all melt away when I’m in your company

Oh hot sweet coffee and cigarettes, I’m afraid this must come to an end

Whilst so many memories we have shared and mornings you have cradled me into

Silently, secretly, you have been ebbing away at me

Creating a shell of who I used to be

Oh hot sweet coffee and cigarettes, I’ll miss your smell and comforting warmth

But I won’t miss your clinging presence, drawing me back to you at every turn

My every moment filled with thoughts of you

How you tell me, without you, I’m functionless, encapsulating me in a lie

So now, hot sweet coffee and cigarettes, we must now say goodbye

But not until another time

I need to bring to an end, this chapter of our lives.

You will carry on without me and so will, stronger, I.

A Hint to How I Feel

I cannot begin to describe how I feel about you

How my heart drops when the call ends

How butterflies come alive whenever you call again

How I feel when our eyes meet or your skin brushes mine

How when our bodies are entwined, I can’t think at all

How you have that one certain look to melt away all of my worries

How I would trade the world for you to be happy

How nothing matters when you’re not happy.

How complete I feel when you are

How your smile allures me more than the moon and the stars

How at home I am in your arms

Words can only hint at how I feel about you.

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