We Are Waiting to Burn
I only love you when you are burning,
When we are both on fire.
The way we spread, out of control,
The danger of our love.
But after,
When we smoulder,
Blackened, charred,
Smoking, and we
Shake ashen debris from ourselves,
There’s nothing left.
I told you I was bored from the start,
I told you not to put me out,
I told you not to save me.
I told you this.
I told you this.
But now we’re soft and weak and harmless
Once more
And there is no love.
This is it,
The apathy has come.
You can’t stop,
Can’t comprehend,
Can’t ignore,
There is nothing worse.
What did we do?
You see, you have to wake
Up from time to time
In the world and know,
Yearn,
Dream,
That it’s only a matter of time
Before you catch fire,
Before you are set alight,
Before you will burn
So bright
Again.
Fist Full of Sleep
On a bed
she waits
with a fist full of sleeping pills.
My love
how to know
if I’ll ever wake up once more?
‘Just sleep’
she says.
She wants to rob me of my dreams
and replace
with some death.
I don’t know how long I want this to last.
Drunk At Last
Drunk At Last
your face numbs
to the world
your skull breathes
relief
you look out of your
hollow warm chamber
and you smile
for a long second
but you only think you smile
we see the rest
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