A storm won’t last forever
But the sun can’t shine every day
There will be times when you are rewarded
But there are times where you’ll have to pay
There’s a delicate balance in the weather
That you have to understand
Sometimes it will give you hope
Other times it will bring you to the ground-
Where there is laughter
There is also pain;
Where there is sunshine
There is also rain
Who I am I to ask of you
to simply love me more?
I need you by the fireplace
(very far away from the door.)
I need you to try to hold my hand
and never to push me away,
for the most beautiful phrase you’ve ever said
is simply just ‘please stay’.
If I can’t prove it with algebra
then what good is love to me?
If can’t write it in terms of x and y
then I really don’t know how it can be.
If there isn’t a formula
then how do I know what to do?
.
I’m 100% sure maths is much easier than loving you.
the summer comes and with it brings
the smell of the sun on my skin
and I almost know without asking
the ache and the pain it will bring
those long hot days in which your skin
will tan and your hair will turn gold
are the long hot days that despite the sun
my soul will turn cold
The last time I saw you
You were throwing up in the park
We could hear the sirens coming
So we hid in the dark
You didn’t tell me you loved me
Because it would have been a waste of words
So we just sat in the darkness
And listened to silence and birds
my name is not important
neither is my age
the only thing of importance
is what I write on this page
for I couldn’t say it aloud
or sing it in a song
so I’ll just write a poem
let’s hope it’s not too long.
Give me some words and I’ll write you a letter
Give me some words and I’ll write you a song
Give me some words and I’ll write you a poem
But please don’t blame me if the words are spelt wrong
There’s holes in my skin and there’s holes in my heart
There’s holes in my head and they burn and they sizzle
And they convince me that our love
Will only just fizzle
And die.
You used to wear dresses and your hair shone like the sun
But now the day is over and you’ve decided that you’re done
So off went the sunny dresses and the shoes were packed away
You wouldn’t even listen when I told you you must stay
You packed your bag with anguish and a tear fell from your eye
And now my sunny girl is gone and still do not know why
Hate is like
black paint on a mirror
obscuring the view
of the worried reflection
the image askew
I’m sorry if I pronounce bath as baff
and water as waughter
but I will try fucking hard
to be there when I oughta.
I don’t need you to care for me
or to take me to places I’ve never been
I don’t need your gifts
or to feel your touch on my skin
I don’t need your kisses
without them I’m sure I can breathe
I don’t need you to hold my hand
when there are things I can’t forsee
I don’t need to wear a white dress
in order to know I’m desired
I can live my life alone
without the fear of being uninspired.
