Monday 19 May 2014

When I'd Rather Not Awake

On some days I don't know how to lift my head off the pillow,
Or how to to remove my blanket,
Or face the sun...
Like gravity won't let me climb out of my bed...
Like I am nothing more than the sum of my failures,
The weight of my miseries,
A tale of my misfortunes,
Of everything that should have been, could have been, but hasn't been...
And then, I think of you...
Of your face by the bed post,
Of your smile and how the ghost of it would find me in the day...
And then, I get up, get dressed and get on, just once again,
Cause I know I'll make it kicking and screaming to the end of the day,
To wake up to your face, once again...

Wednesday 14 May 2014

Exit Route

If you must...
Then,
Fall apart...
Burst into flames...
Brilliantly,
Violently,
Beautifully.
Blazing across the night sky,
A thousand eyes trailing after you,
Wishing upon a star.