Wednesday 30 November 2016

Help.

I need help.


I don't know if it's just a story

I'm telling myself,

Or if it's really true

But all I know is that the fresh

scars have teased the hurt anew.


The blood curling, hair raising

defiant cries went right through you.


Do you really know now, why

you are one of those few,

That I come to?

I see in your eyes the same fear

that I used to have too.

The same quivering of lips, the same nervous chatter, the

same night chills and cold sweat.

The same restlessness.

The same listlessness.

The same nail biting, teeth rattling fear of the unknown.

Under you, I can smell the suffering of a past that refuses

to let anything else haunt you.


Tell me now, if I can really tell

you, all that I've been meaning to.

Deep, dark secrets of the yore

that no one but you must know.


Sometimes, I laugh at the inevitability of it all.

It is a bitter, scary,

cackling sound that pierces the sky and then pierces me right back.

It tears my heart apart into two perfect pieces.

One, that was yours, and one that can be mine.


Each fresh day, I awaken to try

and experience something akin to a life.

But darling, tell me, doesn't the mere idea of love,

now that you've known so much,

not scare the hell outta you?

If not, tell me, what I must do,

To leave behind these lingering

demons, that have a way of climbing behind my back, like old friends,

or little children.

So that even in the silence, I don't hear sounds, that humans aren't supposed to.


A grave has been constructed for all our dreams to fall back to,

A dark place, where I can still see you, love you and hold you, without any ado. 

Wednesday 28 September 2016


When the sky becomes dull and grey,

And gloomy weather takes over the day,

Come to me, and I will sing the tunes to make you gay.

When bright sunshine is what you seek, I’ll be your ray.

If it takes pancakes to see that warm, honey coloured smile of yours, darling, go on, have it your way.

But listen, I really hope you know this, I’m not letting you go anywhere, not yet, nay. 

Friday 22 July 2016

While it rains outside


While it rains outside,
I wish you were by my side,
Whispering the profound words,
That only you can.

I wish you were,
The yellowing, fragrant pages,
Of the book that I hold close.

While it rains outside,
I wish you were here,
To share your my loneliness and my coffee,
So that I could tell you my stupid little conspiracy theories,
And you would listen to them, half-smiling, half approvingly,
Ever like the sly Sherlock.

I wish you were by my side,
While it rains outside,
So that we could hide,
And confide,
Under my warm blanket by the bed’s side.

But you are lying somewhere,
Unknown, of me and my existence,
And, of my heart’s desires.

Your nose is in a book.
Pray, tell me which one it is,
So that the next time it rains outside,
I can have you by my side.

Friday 11 March 2016

Demons

Your demons are mine now

I want to hold you and then hug you,

Till you become like me.

Bright, shiny and happy.

Complete.

And even if that means,

that I'll have to hold you,

When you can't hold yourself together,

That's something I'd willingly do.

I'd willingly make slow, soft love to your wounds.

Till your demons hide in mine.

And our demons become one.

And then, let's get ovet them together.