To the boy I never loved

To the boy I never loved.

Writing about you is more painful than writing about anyone else I’ve longed for before. 

Probably because I got a taste of you before you were ripped away. 

The bitterness lingers on my tongue. 

It begins to burn and tingle as i let words about you surface from the depths of my mind. 

Like forgotten corpses floating into view. 

It still hurts that i was never loved by you.

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Prism of life

Prison of mind

The implicit forces that bend us in every which way

Is it truth i see or lies

For when even reality belies the truth

What can i really be sure of

The loudest voices surround us in block colours

Painting the world with their convictions

But only if you’re really quiet 

Look past what there is to see

Will the nebulous truth emerge 

Flicker by flicker

Speck by speck

And if you blink too quickly 

It will be gone

Disc of you

You left the disc of you
For me to watch alone
Around and around it plays
The eject button erased
So all I can do is see images of you face
Go around and around
The childlike grin
Fleeting glances
A cheeky glint from the side of your eye

I carry each face in my backpack
Flick through them in spare moments
They project into reality
Distorting what I see
Casting a shadowy hue over all I do

Since I can't stop watching
Play it again and again
I can't help but wonder
If you're watching the disc of me too

Love me in the dark

Can’t you kiss me with your eyes closed?

Sometimes I feel you’re too awake to see me

So love me in the dark then

If at night your thoughts wander to me

I’ll be waiting with open arms

And if your body wanders

You’ll hold me naked in your palm