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Hide and Seek
Butterflies in my chest
And my heart,
Not palpitations.
A connection,
Distances apart.
You make me smile,
In the same breath
You kill my dreams,
Relegating my life
To make-believe.
Impatient waiting
Games, you play
Me for a fool,
Like a child lost
In a maze.
Ten minutes,
Twenty minutes,
Half an hour.
An hour.
It’s not even funny.
You’d be there
In a millisecond
If I was going to
Make you some
Money.
Spinach
Crashing gates,
He appeared
As per promise,
Innocent gaze.
Lips moving,
Trying to focus
As the night
Rolled into day.
Five AM
As I slept
Not so
Far away.
Glittered leopards,
That’s how it started
To take my
Mind away.
Dancing cats
On a random night,
You couldn’t take
My smile away.
Lucky number
Thirteen
Shots of
Revolution
To take the
pain away.
Paranoid
And excited
As you looked
At me that way.
Before your kiss
Blew me
Away.
Confusion
sometimes boy, sometimes man
(mostly boy!)
object throwing
strictly forbidden!
RE paragraph 2 –
G-Star is properly confused
clear blue sky –
if you look hard enough
you will be able to see
another star up there for
me
what am i thinking?
(butterflies)
good question…
Rabbit Hole
Speeding, accelerating into oblivion,
I scream, and in the darkness
My voice is suffocating
And I can’t breathe,
The air is stifling
And the ferocious warmth
Dries my eyes,
Lids close tight shut.
He hollers for me after dusk,
Menacing, stock of mean tenderness,
Leans back and gives me control,
Closing his eyes, imagining.
Gripping me with vulnerability
And his concept of love
Which leaves me paralysed
And blind.
He smiles and I drown in sorrow
For all of the memories.
He promises to straighten out.
Persuasion for moving moments.
He promises heaven,
But delivers me daily hell.
He is not mine to suffer
The nightmares alone.
Wonder if he knows, now
My heart beats for only me.
*
He catches me on Mondays
Like a star, temporary and constant.
A new diamond, a new sky
Like a butterfly, trapped and free,
Flitting between pollen types
And numb telephone signals.
Hiding behind giant chairs,
Typing his speak to me.
He smiles and I drown in his eyes.
When he blinks, I breathe.
Specks of introspection,
Keeps his thoughts to himself.
Setting out boundaries
We want to break,
Keeping a distance
That keeps us apart.
In love with a boy,
Twenty metres away.
Lids, gently open.
Tears, wet my eyes.
And the succumbing heat
Brings me peace,
I’m breathing,
My voice is speaking,
Speeding, accelerating
Into the first day of,
The rest of my life.
Last Night
You’re a star.
Like a comet or one that stays in the sky forever?
One that stays in the sky forever?
It was a trick question;
Shooting star; fleeting; temporary;
Catch her like a butterfly.
Forever star; unobtainable, far;
Shines bright against cobalt clouds;
That makes for the sparkle.
Is this why women are complicated?
*
You had a question for me when we were in the car,
But then as usual you decided not to share.
True as my words, I remember the question,
But true to form, I won’t ask the question.
I can’t share with you.
Why are you not allowed to share?
I don’t remember there being any rules?
Rules are magic and appear only for you, apparently.
Secrets, secrets, secrets, frustrating.
Tease! What sweet would I get in return for a secret?
My lips are sealed.
Such a picture of innocence.
I’ll tell you in maybe ten hundred days.
Patience of a saint?
Please, please, pretty please?
You’ve proved me right by your wrongs
So many times, I know it’s not coming,
So there is no need for you to pretend.
If your words, were ever
An incentive to prove you wrong…
*
The rules were not broken,
No need to forgive you,
There’s nothing to forgive.
And that to-do list will stay
In the back of my mind.
*
It’s getting serious; the deal is
We aren’t supposed to discuss things
That are overtly flirtatious or suggestive;
That could lead to the aforementioned developments.
It is no longer permitted on the agenda.
I won’t be discussing it with anyone,
It’s one for me, and me only.
*
I think we both know which option I was referring to Miss A.
*
The right thing is always the hardest thing,
Often the opposite of what you want.
Nothing is ever simple.
She’s inside his head,
She’s got inside his head.
G-Star
How can I cure you?
I’m beginning to follow…
I’m going to have to get out there,
And find some butterflies for you;
Glittering; turquoise; indigo; gold.
I’ll try my very best with the butterfly
- hold on –
Wouldn’t I harm it?
If I was to catch it?
Can I just say something?
Before I take it back
And dare breathe a word
I would die.
You’ve given me enough
Butterflies already,
You really don’t need to give me anymore,
Even if they’re magical or glittery.
Plus you might do more damage
Trying to catch one for me.
This is between you and me,
I promise!
And that’s a promise I will keep!
No more butterflies.
I’m stumped:
In my mind the only two options,
For me to make them go away:
Ignorance is bliss;
One or two steps further from;…
Unfortunately for the butterflies,
Neither of these are currently options.
I’m not going to lie,
There’s part of me,
That would like one,
To happen,
But
It’s not the right thing to do,
And it wouldn’t be fair all round.
Still being patient,
Will be for a long time.
GT
Seeing as I promised,
Heart of an imperfect angel,
There is some definite overlap
Not actually sure why
I’m telling you all this?
…but a promise is a promise!
Melt in your mouth type.
Miss A
I like that, I like that a lot
You say, speaking in riddles,
For most of the day.
Edging on the dangerous,
Tip-toeing on egg shell
Online chalk lines.
But you remain inbetween,
Safe, stay.
You remain in tact.
Wearing your mask,
Not really giving yourself
Away.
Lucky number 4,
I promise tomorrow
And tomorrow and tomorrow
How about you promise me something today?
Holding your gaze.
Sipping dune bugs,
Slipping cubes of ice,
Falling by the way.
Unbuttoned buttons,
I drown in your eyes,
You give me butterflies
I want to say.
But you just flirt, and play.
Keeping your distance.
But you can’t / won’t / don’t
Read between the lines.
My question;
My reflection;
My conviction;
My affliction;
It’s just good chat Miss A.
I have a tendency to get caught up and lost in the world, still trying to discover what my gift is and how to use it. I write either when I'm deliriously happy (right now it's magic and butterflies though that is changing on a daily basis) or depressingly upset, so it's one extreme or the other, never a happy balance or medium. I love imagery and try and capture what I see in my mind's eye but sometimes I just don't have the words...I hope you enjoy reading, please tell me what you think!
