Doomed infatuation

 

Doomed infatuation

picks me up

like a piece of litter

on the breeze.

 

Lifts me up.

 

Then throws me

to another world entirely.

 

One where you and me

are not sitting

on opposite sides of a sea,

but on a sofa watching

over our destiny.

 

Doomed infatuation

sits looming in

the corner of the room.

 

Trying to startle me,

but I know already

my mind is in too deep.

 

I try to shut the windows

to stop me from hearing

the birds that tweet,

but their song smashes

the glass and I’m on my knees.

Picking up the shards

that used to be me.

 

Fingers bleeding

my love into the seasons.

 

Doomed infatuation

swirls around my brain,

like monsoon season,

and I am the rain.

 

An inflated thought bubble

popping out of existence

as soon as it forms,

crystalline thoughts

sift the shore of the sea

that I’m sure

no longer sees me,

and I drift

like the debris

of hope sailing away.

Stolen moments & lost wishes

 

Through the rays

of the subtle sun,

I want to look upon

the dais, which platforms

your words so delicately,

to elevate them high

above everyone else.

The daisies painted across

the open windowsill

into beautiful summer days.

The stolen moments

and the lost wishes.

The dreams that have

been extinguished

and washed away

by the soft waters of yesterday.

 

If I could turn back the clock

I’d go back

to when our eyes first locked.

I’d feel that shock,

that feeling where your stomach lurches

and I’d feel again that sensation

when the butterflies burst free,

like riding a rollercoaster

carriage of destiny.

And I’d whisper to myself, to say

embrace the dreams,

for they make your life complete.

Don’t fear, for fear

is a construct of this reality,

and love is so much bigger

than the galaxy you are

currently residing in.

 

I wish to reignite that fire inside

and feel it, warming away the cold

that blights our time. For in

the poetry of the universe

we are but grains,

seeds that will grow

into towering dreams.

So, plant yours next to mine,

we can have a forest world

in no time, and under

the moons lusty shine

I’ll say one more time,

that your heart is divine.

and your mind is sublime,

and I want to spend

the rest of time,

letting your art

merge with mine.

Another rainy day in June

 

Another rainy day in June.

It’s funny,

last night I remember

dreaming of you.

The way we sat

on the bench

humming that tune.

Same way we

would always do,

until we never did again.

 

It’s funny,

I was remembering

your laugh, as it pierced

the air like broken glass.

But it was infectious,

a single burst

and we would all be

wrapped around our knees,

rolling the floors,

having to gasp just to breathe.

 

It’s funny,

I was just sat here,

thinking about that summer.

The heatwave then the thunder.

The excitement, then sadness

would roll over, like a storm cloud

bringing a downpour unlike any other.

A gang of friends. Sisters. Brothers.

Then the rainy day when

the calendar ripped

and friendships sailed

unto other harbours.

 

Another rainy day in June,

there had been so many,

and there still are.

I feel them in my heart.

The way the rain calls

in a piercing cry.

The way my eyes flood,

not with rainwater but

with lost smiles.

 

Every rainy day reminds of when

summer days were torn apart.

When youthful hearts stopped beating

and started fearing the setting sun.

I still feel that bolt piercing my heart

like a bullet from a gun.

The way the days no longer laughed

and the songs stayed stuck on repeat

somewhere behind the shattered glass

of a stolen car.

And the newspaper on the welcome matt

would peer up at us with our friends

photograph smiling back, laughing

that same piercing soundtrack.

And I still remember the summer

when the rain poured down

and youth walked away

and never came back.