Late Night Thoughts

something more
something less
what’s got to give
to break free of this stress?

a mess is your mind
it creates a mess in mine
whether you love me or not
I cannot tell half the time

you speak in riddles
when you speak at all
you’re hot and then you’re cold
at my heartstrings you claw

looking inward
looking outward
realising I need to let you go
to more forward

I don’t play games
but if I do, I’m playing for keeps
but yours, I have realised, is a game
where I’m destined to weep




Captivated and Intertwined

The sun sets to her west,
as I sit to her east,
light illuminating her outline,
hair blowing in the Autumn breeze.

My eyes they undress her,
not to her naked body, but her naked mind,
her soul it captivates me,
our lips beckoning to be intertwined.

And as the sun goes down,
we use touch to navigate our way,
through the valleys and the crevasses,
of each other’s surface as we lay.

Like a desert that’s been sucked dry,
we then dance for rain,
and when it falls gloriously,
we bathe until we go insane.

Cycle of Destruction

A desperate plea from a man that had nothing left to lose.
Why was she so quick to fall back into the cycle of destruction?
Cunning were his ways, manipulating her every move.
A woman just wanting to be loved, but not by the man she’d have normally choose.
She knew all too well of his manipulative ways,
yet let her guard slip and now the roles continue to play.
Good day, bad day, good day, bad day,
it’s always the same.
Good day, bad day, good day, bad day,
always she is the one to blame.
Seeking advice but never taking,
she wonders why it’s hell in the making.
Deep down she knows the right path she ought to be taking,
but always finds herself contemplating.
Taking advantage of their situation,
keeping her alone, in isolation,
his ability to control every angle of their lives in frustration.