I see you. I stop. No, we stop. We are both stopped. Knocked off course by our collective force, We stop. I check my breathing,
By Lucy Perrin6 years ago in Poets
A Thin Line I hate you A part of me hates you It's not a decision I consciously came to Loving you is something I seem to do
Grief, to grieve It’s blood loss from an old wound That never stops it weep. Not concrete, it’s the interchanging spiral, between victory and defeat.
Sometimes I get mad at the world. Sometimes I just get sad. Looking at all the memories we shared, All the good times that we had.
Imagine this, you're walking through a woods. It’s not a bad day, not altogether unpleasant. There are moments of difficulty, where your path is rocky. And moments of calm where your route seems clear.
We live in a virtual reality, The lines between our online indentity and our personality lack clarity We Swipe right, swipe left.
I remember everything. When you first caught my eye, From a distance your bright coat against the night sky. I remember being introduced,
I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling second best to the one person I place above all the rest. I’m tired of wanting your company, when it seems you have no time for me.
There’s something at work here That I don’t understand None of this was planned It’s like two souls calling to meet. But what if that’s just me?
What did I do to deserve this? I don’t understand, Today I put a gun in your hand. I walked our relationship right up to the barrel,
We were summer love First kisses, stolen moments Mumbled wishes We were young love Laying in the sand, cheeky memories
To the baby in my belly I’m sorry Mummy’s scared Tomorrow I get a procedure that means you’ll never get here. I’m turning out a light