Vertigo

If I will never see you face again
and I'll never hear your voice,
is this the right moment to say
all those things I never dared.

You know that I'm a coward
because you were the height I was afraid of.
I stood on your edges
and prayed you wouldn't move.

Is now the time
to scream that I love you.
Listen hopeful for an echo 
before I hit the ground?

Main St.

Pins and Needles

I have this feeling in my fingers.

A burning at the base;
like whatever I touch
will turn into flames,

and ashes, and dust.

It is not creative, I cannot make the flames,
it is destruction, and I realise
that pain is but a synonym

of something entirely other.

Sometimes I yearn to make a deal;
to trade these hands for hooks,

like the fairy tales of childhood.

So I could touch more;
and feel less.

But the doctor simply tells me:

‘It is but pins and needles.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.’

Quirks

He mostly stood in darkness,
encased within his silence.
Reluctant to reveal
the mystery of the shadows
by flicking on a switch.
In darkness, he would turn
his deepest thoughts to poetry,

and hope one day that people
would somehow find them beautiful.

And he was painfully,
acutely aware that nobody cared, 

about Instagram updates

or that he got scared, sometimes.

His voice never shook

but it tumbled; it crashed, and it wept
all of its own accord.
It had a heart of its own

that he would have asked to be confident,
if only he could have.
 

Those thoughts, when not written down,
would wander like gypsies
and he wished they would find a home,

so he could have a place to call his own.

I Want You (Vows #01)

I want to fall asleep in your arms
and wake up next to you;
I want your kiss upon my forehead
when I’m feeling blue.

Numbers

I’m adding 1 and 1 and coming up with 4
because I left you 7 missed calls or maybe more.
You were my wish at 11.11
And I still think about you 24/7.

Natural

Fluttering;

slowly catapulting downwards –

            but soon caught.

A breeze, a movement, a moment

floating;

            swinging;

A swift spiral of invisible

intensity.

Gently caressing nature,

comforting movements of faith and misfortune.

Catapulting downwards;

but slowly.

Drifting.

A momentous journey; infinite turns

towards a finite ending.

Freedom; to be captured.

            Happiness to come to a close,

twisting, spiralling, spinning

downwards,

            but gently.