unclued on social cues

Maybe our two souls

are seeking the same view,

my heart definitely beats harder for you,

but my voice wavers, as I’m confused.

My brain can’t read the social cues.

My heart feels a pull,

but the mind sits and

 

stalls.

 

Unsure what to do.

 

And in the static, I panic.

what if I fluff the lines?

Or give answers to the wrong signs?

Or fall for a heart that

couldn’t fall for mine?

It’s hard seeing the world

through such a misty view.

when love exists but you

don’t know if it exists for you.

When you can’t make the stories connect,

just threads blowing in the wind,

scraps in your head gathering cobwebs.

 

I see signs that are unwritten,

and miss ones that sit underlined,

and I’m scared that once bitten

I’ll let the thoughts spiral and crash.

But I’m smitten, a roaring

lion that resembles a kitten.

 

So, I merely whisper

through my whiskers

and lick my paws,

putting my thoughts to paper.

Leaving my heart scrawled

on the floor in pawprint patter.

 

I am like a lovesick teenager

stuffed inside an adult skin.

 

Sausage meat with

salt and pepper seasoning.

I’m a meal but one that you can’t read,

for the sweet is savoury

and the pastry is all flaky.

 

I’m a written declaration of love,

only the language is alien to me.

 

So, I hide it all behind a wall,

scared to show myself,

scared to stand arms held wide.

And yet my heart is there beating a drumbeat

to all, and I give every piece except

the part I have stored, for the special one

that whispers when the moonlight falls.

Universal truth

 

Everyone wants to know

 

Love.

 

they want to be accepted,

to be a part of this

whole collective of us.

Souls on a voyage

through the cosmic winds.

Our sails heart-shaped,

and our songs we sing.

Because everyone

wants to know love,

and I'm not talking in the sheets,

or the sort that makes knees weak.

I’m talking cosmically,

galaxy-wide expressions

of joy, and warmth.

 

Everyone wants to feel

 

Wanted.

 

To be needed, to not be

on the periphery of life,

not be outside looking in,

smile worn upside down,

as teeth bite into lips that bleed.

As they plead to be accepted.

Wanted. Needed.

Not to be mistreated, or walked across,

but sought after to offer healing arms.

Because everyone wants to know

love.

 

Some don’t yet know that this is so,

they float upon torrents of hate,

lava filled lakes of disgust and rage.

They know not the comfort of a hug,

or the shared smiles that say you are enough.

Blinded to hope by the mask of lies

wrapped tightly around their eyes,

they tell themselves to despise

love.

So, I offer them open arms,

and I say put down yours,

come join in and applaud

the love that runs through all of us.

 

Because everyone wants to know

love,

they want to feel trust,

they want to be held

and shown a world

with a different outlook.

Vampire thoughts

 

These vampire thoughts

have their fangs out,

and I’m rooted to the spot,

a frozen statue of hurt,

blinded by the headlights,

and the silent lullabies of lonely sighs.

For my heart can’t be crossed

with yours, and yet my neck

is so ripe. My blood sweet and warm.

 

I’d love you to sink your teeth in deep.

 

And my vampire thoughts

are not mirrored.

They can’t be seen

in the glimmer of sunshine.

The reflection I cast of me

invisible

to eyes I wish to see.

They flow like red wine,

dripping over my worn ground.

But to let them fly would

leave me hunted down,

for the love I wish for

is loved by another.

 

My vampire thoughts

stick in my neck,

pinpricks, bitten

regret, burrowed into skin.

If I’d only let on

how much you meant,

then would I still be here

deep in furrowed lament, smitten,

hiding from sunlight.

A monster by lonely moonlight.

Haunted by memories, unwritten

A solitary melody,

in an orchestral sky