eyes the colour of the world

If I counted the leaves as they fall
the fluttering reassurance of things that end
I would have my eyes forever in awe of sunset
the amber that traps moments within
Autumn is my most comfortable season
it is of things that wash away
that cleanse my used heart
but will begin again

Winter is much less harsh
for it's absence leaves me with the space
the introspective that bears me unbroken
to be sure I am still here
the barren empty silence
that still resonates your last
is a biting reminder
of what is yet to come

The growing in my mind
like tendrils of a vine
(wrap once again around)
to claim what is yours
-and what is mine
the cool green of rebirth
and yet I am never changed
again I let you consume
whisper again your sweet refrain

That lingering passion
is not now quite as strong
but the love of lovers returning
as I am reunited with my other soul
scorches hotter than everything
I have ever known
this is when I am heady with you
and too quick I forget who I am
and I am in need of sweet Autumn
-to watch the leaves again

sickamour

My sweet sycamore

spin like tiny planes of hurt

crash into me I'll hold you tight

I am what you need

Stick to me sweet sycamore

she that scatters all around

fall to my feet like snow

and coat the ground

Follow me sycamore tree

my nymphet of the earth

follow me to the underworld

I'll teach you how to serve

My luscious sycamore 

sing to me your love

chirrup a joyful refrain

spread your arms in the balcony above

empty houses

There is nothing more to explain

there is nothing left to be said

we said it all and all that's left

is the empty space between our bed

it's not that I'm fed up with you

I just don't know what to say

we've exhausted every topic;

we have travelled every vein

so when we part (and I know we will, I can see it's inevitable now)

don't scream my love, or shout, nor cry

I'm not to bid you farewell,

I promise, I'll see you again my love

we're just to say this last goodbye 

buttons can't hide your intent

You are an assisted calamity 
an upright standing decent 
citizen of the public
but you'd rather be
somewhere else, I can see it
when you nurse your wounds
it's a seething desperate desire
to hurt to consume with
fire and purge the world of
the things you consider to be
rude, you're a prude
you're a prude
and I despair, I despair for you

loss of magic

My soul departs

I feel like I'm tilting backwards

like I'm on the edge of falling down

I feel like every time I close my eyes

it's the last thing that I will know

I think I am fading away

I'm falling off the page

I am becoming fainter and fainter

in print I hardly exist 

do you know me

I can't remember now

please promise me I'm here

I'm here and simultaneously 

I'm gone

jumping in puddles

Don't pretend you're real

you weak imitation of life

you carbon copy of an echo 

of a tracing of a girl

the wavelengths you try to replicate 

are flatter than your fake wishes

and I find you rather tedious 

in fact I'd rather watch paint dry

I deign you improper

and I couldn't drown in you

because there isn't an inch of depth to you

You probably think me contrived 

and you'd be right my love

it's all in the name, my love

but at least I don't have to try

Just like fake lashes 

with your fake nails

with your lips that are plainer

than you like to pretend

You pale imitation of life

how did you ever think you could replace her

she who was prettier and smarter

she who laughed harder

who didn't fawn like a follower of the crown

whenever I waved my hand

my eyes are itching, aching 

with a desperate need to get rid of you

turn around and face the wall,

I wont even look at you now

I'm so done with you,

I'm done.