My Companion

I would like to introduce you to a man,
who talks to me most frequently.

He contradicts and criticizes;
like the seasons he does change.

There are two people in my house;
although my name is on the lease.

When my landlord's feeling anxious 
Twice I will be phoned.

I'm satisfied the way things are
but I know I'll have to chose.
One day a simplification

before I tear myself in two.

I speak to you through paper

with words straight from a heart. 

By heaven I'm always lonely

though I've never been left alone.

My neighbours shrink in fear,
for they think I've lost the plot.

But soon you'll understand,
why the noises never stop.

I ask you, tell me painly

whose voice it is you hear.
From in between your ears,
who reads to you these words?

Who do you feel like 
when you do not feel yourself?
And why do you do 
the things you don't mean to?

My only malady is 
that he and I have never got along.
His existence seems destructive
and he doesn't share my goals.
 
He drives me close to madness
then reverses back again.

I have not a single train of thought,
with a solitary load.

Jog Your Memory

Falling out of love is like the wind blowing past my face,

is like the tides,

is like the unfortunate circumstance;

it always happens to me.

Like a birth-mark upon my forehead that reads

Stay Away. Unstable Ground.

I date an illiterate boy

and he learns to read.

Misplaced;

mismatched;

mistaken…

an endless race

of Hope and The Inevitable.

The unenviable conclusion of our fated love.

The nights we found out

Cupid’s arrow could draw blood,

and giving up was vivid purple

on the palms of my hands.

The day three words became a weapon.

I thought it was us against the world

and got hit by friendly fire.

I’m like an advert, and she’s a blockbuster

you can’t take your eyes off.

Practical never captured your heart

and temporary is never in style;

before we know it

our love has past; a distant memory

that fits on a piece of paper

6x4,

6x4.

Buy your postcards, love

and take pictures for display;

because this love is leaving quickly

I am the girl you will forget

but I hope these little trinkets of our life

will jog your memory of me.

Tuesday Afternoon

Your face is Tuesday afternoon;

I will forget it sometime soon.