(not) meant to be

it seems to be the end of the world
when the clock turns to five o'clock
and a sigh creeps up my throat,
because i know any moment now

you'll say goodnight
you'll say goodbye
and i'll stare at my ceiling
and blink in the dark.

the clock in my head starts
counting down within a second
of the message coming through
and i close my eyes and curse

i don't know when i became this
person. alone, soft, maybe clingy.
people would use a multitude of
words, for someone who can hardly

go an hour, without the beep of your
message, and the tell tale of your smile
behind my computer screen. the tell tales
of your emotions, and the ups and downs.

i distract myself, i throw myself into work
into study, into dance and music. i try to
take my mind off you. but you remain there,
in all the corners, never paying rent.

and yet i could never kick you out, i'd miss
you too much. i crave you every second of
the day. i'd fight the ocean if it meant, we
could be together for a mere few moments.

just long enough to kiss your lips. long enough
to hold you close, hold my hand in your hair
and hold you tightly to me. to smell you, to
feel you, to brush skin and teeth.

maybe that is never meant to be,
or perhaps, not just yet. soon.
surely soon enough. a few months
a few years.

but i can't shake this dread
that it's not meant to be.

Deadbeat Kids

we could run from these deadbeat towns
we could run to the horizon, and watch
the silhouettes behind us shrink until
they're nothing more.

we could pack our things and leave tonight.
we could run away from the world we hate.
we could rush away, catch a train, catch a
plane, until ants are all we see.

we could run to each other, fall into each
other's arms, cup cheeks, mesh lips. we
could join bodies, entwine our legs,
interlock our fingers.

but we never will.

we're just a couple of deadbeat kids
stuck in our deadbeat towns
living our deadbeat lives.

and nothing will ever change

Don't Let Me Catch You Crying

 You say that you care, in passing, when we talk.

It fills me with happiness and it makes me feel

strong; like I’m on top of the world. It makes me

smile, and I laugh a little because you’re the best

person I’ve known.

But then you go offline all day. You want to play

your game, and you can’t be bothered to message

me back. Your words, my ink. You care, but you

can’t even be bothered to talk to me, the person you
"love".

I feel more and more alone as each day goes by.
I get scared; I can feel you slipping away as the

hours tick by and I don’t know what to do. The

logical thing is to talk to you about it, I know.

But I tried.

I tried to talk to you. You had a panic attack.

And then told me it was my fault. And you didn’t

understand that it was me crying out for you. That

I was begging you to come back and talk to me like

we used to.

Darling, my health is deteriorating, and you don’t care.

I could die soon, and you don’t care enough to send me

a single message.

You would know, if you sent a message, asking how I

am.

Darling, I’ll be six foot under soon.

And I better not catch you crying -

I better not catch you saying you miss me

You had your chance

You walked away from it.

useful

i want to lay down
i want to close my eyes
i don't want them to open
ever again.

i want to be six foot under
buried beneath earth and roots
flowers growing on top of me
using me for food.

it's all i will ever be good for
people use me and leave
people use me and nothing
else.

so let nature use me.

let me be of use.

Home (2017)

The chill surrounds me and slips into my bones despite the blanket wrapped tightly around me. I relish the tightness that forms in my bones almost the moment the cold knives touch me. I smile and I look up at the sky above me. It's dark blue, illuminated orange by the numerous street lamps on the streets. Clouds block my view of the stars and my smile turns to a frown. I yawn and shift positions. I feel my knees lock into position and I find I can't remember how long I've been sat in this position. There's a painful throbbing above my left knee, tension trying to release itself, and I ignore it. I don't move. I barely breathe. I turn my gaze skyward once more and inhale the fresh air. Or as fresh as air in a shitty village can get. I realise I can't feel my exposed skin and poke at my arms. Pain explodes in the area and I sigh heavily. I know I should go inside. But it's two in the morning and peace has settled over the crappy world I live in. It would be a shame to pass up on staying here for a while. It's nearly three in the morning and I blink the bleariness from my eyes. As much as I love the feeling of cold enclosing me and making everything painful, I refuse to fall asleep outside in nothing but a shirt, underwear and a blanket that offers little protection. I sigh and eventually stand on shaky, locked legs that hurt to walk on. I take a breath and open the back door. My dog blinks at me, disturbed from slumber as he heaves a sigh. He rolls over and settles back down. I step inside and shut the door, locking it behind me. I stumble back to my seat on the couch and collapse there, wrapping the blanket tighter around my body. My hand finds the remote, and the poor rated horror movie begins to play in the dark again as my thumb hits play. I try and focus, but the plot is so bad, I end up staring at the wall. It's four in the morning now, and I stare at the clock in disbelief. Where did the last hour go?
I'm sure it was only a few minutes since
I last looked at my phone, before I began to look at the
curled black flowers on the wallpaper my mom chose to decorate the feature wall in the living room. I check all the clocks downstairs, but for sure, an hour has passed. There was something liberating as I sat back down. I spent an hour doing nothing but stare at the wall, and there are no consequences for not doing work, not doing chores, not focusing on my upcoming deadlines. A laugh bubbles from my lips as I focus on a new cheap horror movie. It's not long before I fall asleep on the couch. Tired from disassociation and heartache. It's how I became a nocturnal animal. Every night I stay up late for the time where there are no consequences. Nothing pressures me, just the soft beep of my partner replying. I know I don't have to run to reply to them, know they're okay and they're safe. It's a strange feeling, never having to be concerned and worried all the time in a conversation with the person I'm dating. It's also liberating. Every night, I stay up and do what I want to do. Not what the world wants me to do. Not what my mother or my college wants me to do. It's just me. My only company, the soft notification of my partner and the dog that stayed up to protect me and sleep on the rug, curled in a ball. It's quiet. It's welcoming. It's Home.

Broken Halo

Currently Listening: Happier - Ed Sheeran

I can admit that I was happier with you
in my life. I'd light up with joy when you
finally messaged me back and my
friends saw it too. They were happy I had
someone in my life to help me animate.
Then things changed.

You broke away piece by piece. You hurt
me again and again and stood there,
saying you did what you did to stop us
from both being hurt. You stood there,
pretending to be a saint when my
reactions showed everyone you were
merely nothing more than a devil.

You hurt me again and again and then
had the audacity to act like a saint when
faced with your crimes against me. To
say that I was in the wrong for finally
getting angry and having a go at you
after being hurt for months on end.
You dared to.

And it left me feeling like I was nothing
but an angry mistake. I couldn't trust
those closest to me. I broke away and
said nothing. My friends asked me what
was wrong and I showed them the
screenshots of our conversation.
Anger brewed in them too.

My mother scowled when she heard what
happened between us. She was angry. I
began to feel like my reactions were okay,
that I was allowed to feel like this, even if
the majority of people sided with you.
I felt human again.

Recovery is hard and you dragged me
away from all the progress I had made.
It broke me down and made me feel
alien. You're attempts at ridiculing me
worked, until everyone found out.
People began to despise you for the
things that YOU had said.
And you dared.

You dared to say I was telling people with
the intent to make people hate you. I
didn't care what people thought about
you. My friends wanted to know what was
wrong and I told them my side of the
story. If they thought ill of you, then
perhaps, you should look at you own
actions.

You stand there and act like I'm the devil
when everything that happened came
from your actions and your words. The
things that happened between us was
because of you. I'm not saying I was
always in the right. I know I wasn't.
But don't paint me to be the devil
when you wear a shattered halo on
your head.

Life

I sit here, a cup of coffee by my side,

and a cigarette burning between my

fingers as I stare at the sunlight

brightening my garden. I sit by the

back door and look up at the clear,

blue sky and a smile slips on my face.

Winter has been bid a farewell, and a

come back soon, and the sun has come

from behind the grey clouds. A bee

buzzes by me, hovering over the weeds

that have begun to grow between my

gravelled lawn. They seem happy.

My dog lays in the sun, bathing in the

warm rays that beam down to the ground

and she looks at me with a lazy glance.
I click my tongue and smile as she stretches

out. She’s too bright to look at, white in the

startling sun that seems to burn my eyes.

I let my glasses fall from my nose, and I

allow everything to become a blur. There’s

a brown shape, hopping across the pathway

to my gate, and I can only imagine it’s a wren,

or maybe it’s a female blackbird, finally

off to explore for food now that it’s warm.

I remain where I’m sat, smiling softly. The

sun beams are stunning and I can’t help but

smile wider. My feet are warm, probably

tanning slowly. The world is begin to

wake from a hibernation that comes

annually, and I feel like I am too.

Spring is here, and it’s time to celebrate.

It’s time for warmth.

It’s time for brightness.

It’s time for l i f e.