Our Epic

Rest easy my darling
Let the earth part ways for you
Like the Red Sea or Galilee
And the storm you’re working through.

Don’t look to angry rain clouds
I’ll be your shelter if you ask
The sturdy trunk of an oak tree
From a time that’s come to pass.

Let my arms hold you like branches
Like the boughs of blossom bare
And lush green leaves and berries please
The smell of Autumn there.

I’ll stay with you through rainfall
And every storm of spring
I’ll stay through scorch and desert heat
Hardship, years, everything.

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
So watch your step and mind the glass
I’ll hold your hand along the way
These times will come to pass.

We will one day reach an opening
And sun will simmer on your skin
We’ll sob into each others arms
We made it oh we made it

The Prettiest Plot in the Graveyard

[I wrote this as a song, but you can read it as a poem too if you’d like]

 

Maybe a daffodil will grow from the cracks of my skin
Blooming just adjacent to my lips
I hope the buds stay open longer than my eyes
I hope that moss will cover my closed lids.

Bury me between two sturdy tree trunks
A willow or an oak with bluebells there
Crawling up the bark to reach the heavens
In an intimate, a longing kind of prayer

Gardeners will guard my grave like angels
I’ll take dirt stained jackets over wings any day
The clean, bright world above has always scared me
But I know I have to go I cannot stay.

There are things I cannot tell you so let the questions die with me
Don’t wonder why I’m going all too much
I’ve told the answers only to the September wind
Don’t listen to its whistles, feel its touch

Plant roses round my gravestone til you can’t see it anymore
I want to commemorate the living more than me
No one’s ever happy thinking about dead girls
So please hide it – I don’t want the world to see

I want their eyes on nature and on beauty
On the curve of crimson petals and daisy-grass
I may be gone but keep my inch of the world pretty
And through seasons and through years I will last.

Together

You are still beside me
I am sat and you are laid
We are both so silent
But you in different ways.

Your sallow skin is parchment pale
Your once gentle hands are cold
Your body’s filled with tragedy
You were eighteen years old.

I know we took no vows out loud
But it feels so wrong to part
I crave a happy middle
Like I craved a happy start.

What if I just lay here?
Shut my eyes and count to ten
Fade into the nothing
Happy, when I meet you there.

The Dove

The dove sits on the bit of roof
That I see through the glass
It oversees a land of green
Of flora and of grass
Inquisitive, the grey dove looks
Gazing back at me
He stands his ground
And with no sound
He says please let me be

So I look with a still gaze
Arms firmly by my side
He glances back to moss and bark
With a sense of peace of mind

But then like dawn the silence breaks
Next door’s dog barks sharp and clear
The dove sets off to lands afar
He’s gone, the overseer.

I Spit Crimson

I’m sorry, you say, eyes avoiding mine
I search for words, none in my mind
I gasp and choke, but none I find.
For between those empty syllables
You proved yourself a criminal
Pushing your hand through blood and bone
Finding a place you once called home
Scarlet spurting from my chest
I spit crimson, I spit red
I regret every word I said
The sky splits open, sunlight breaking
This is a mistake you’re making
And with a sigh and shake of head
You leave with every word unsaid

Missing Keys

The shadows are long this evening,
Longer than the space between breaths,
Sat beside you I may be,
But dying a lonely death.

Cursing the air between us,
My body is crying out for you,
Hopeful and hopeless and aching,
But I doubt that you are too.

We are bursting with history,
But our memories are gathering dust,
Fraying at the edges,
I must move on I must.

You were the key to the cage of my heart,
You meant more than I let on,
It hurts more, knowing what I had,
To accept that now it’s gone.

Yes, maybe I’m the villain,
In this broken state of things,
Maybe I deserve it,
The pain that this all brings.

I never told you what you meant,
But I think that now I see,
I curse my past and present self,
You deserved so much more than me.

Worlds have changed between us,
Upon your hand a ring,
You were the fairest maiden,
And I the bastard King.

There’s an empty space inside me now,
You were my missing puzzle piece,
I get into bed like my covers a coffin,
And still, I lay, deceased.