hate that i love u.

Nearly four years to the day 
since I first saw your pretty face, 
funny how life works that way.
It's like you vanished in thin air without a trace, 
left me replaying all the things you used to say,
like, "Baby, you're my favourite member of the human race" 
and that you'd always be right here to stay.
Now you've got me falling from grace,
cancelled all my colours, and you left me gray.
Stuck here missing you, addicted to the chase,
but I can't keep at these games you wanna play,
in the hopes of one day feeling your embrace.
You're still the sculptor and I am your clay.
Brighter than all the stars in outer space, 
now all that's left to do is pray,
'til I accept you're really gone and not just misplaced.

Me Before You.

A paper bridge under attack by razor winds, 
I was as fragile as a baseball bat made out of glass. 
Naive as a child sheltered from the outside world, 
I fell for your sparkling words. 
Left in a mess, 
a heap of soiled linens on the floor, 
I drowned repeatedly in my tear-filled bath 
until I returned to stone. 
I will go back to the warrior that I was before.

Street Symphony.

A single silver dagger,
rims plated with chrome,
cracked wooden doors,
and a rust-covered stove. 

Sirens are the soundtrack,
bass vibrates under feet,
drowning out the screams
as bullets echo in the streets.

Blood stains the sidewalk,
silence fills the empty halls,
mothers say silent prayers
because of silenced calls.

Innercity fairy tales, 
storybooks from the hood,
thickened skin on children,
from growing up too soon.

Elemental Ecstasy.

You send me reeling through the streets of Seville, 
a siesta from my regular routine, 
flamenco dancing in the sun, 
my heart beats to the rhythm of the Spanish guitar.

You send me blasting through the skies, 
up, up and away into outer space. 
I sail beyond the stars, and dance beside the moon. 
Looking down at the clouds, I save a picture in my mind.

You send me scorching into the Sahara heat, 
with only your kiss to hydrate me, as we melt into the sand. 
Your every wish is my command, let me be your caravan. 

You send me streaming through the ancient seven seas, 
bathing in the Atlantic ocean, 
before we dive deeper into the blue. 
Floating in the coral. let me tickle you with kelp. 
Let this moment last forever, you are my wishing well.