It's not quite Teignmouth

There are traces of you everywhere
A town I pass through
-coincidence
Your hometown
It's prettier than I imagined
You had to move on I suppose
To bigger and better things
I understand
You couldn't stay a child forever

And eventually I will too
But how am I to move on
Bigger and better is absent
In the capital
Where the only still water that exists
Is the dirty dishwater in the sink
Where the only trees
Are the screwed up pieces of paper in my bin
As I try and write something meaningful

In an empty world
Without the experience to imagine
Without the unrelenting boredom
When I'm surrounded by the bustle of life
Where my greatest love is a string of wires
A cold unyielding surface
A 16GB memory
With no memory at all
(Because even fingerprints can be wiped clean)

Oh there are people I've touched
And I could write about sex
But I'm not sure what I could add to
The 'babys' and the 'ooohs'
That litter our ever so inspiring charts
I could write about nights out
The kind you could relate to
The laughs and the trouble
But I fear then there would be nothing new
Nothing inspired

So this is my defiance
Because if I cannot write of great loves
Of beautiful countryside
Or intelligent politics
I shall instead pick up a pen
-or type out hastily on my phone
A tribute to you
Even if it's the polar to your work
Even if my best attempt at poetry
Is my lack of inspiration
It will do.

The Way I Couldn't

Could you repeat what you said
I must have missed
When I was dreaming of chalky faces and painted lips
Every word you said

I cannot help his voice is sweeter than yours
That he captures my attention easier
That his words,
- Not even meant for me
Move me more than you could ever

(You might think it cruel)
Though it is no fault of mine
That his skin is smoother
His eyes prettier and his lips more tempting
Even though it's all in my mind

Is it so bad that you fail to hold my attention
That I don't look at you in the right way
That my eyes wander to distant places
That the places you take me I have already been

I'm sorry that you're not enough
Please don't despair
I'm sure some day you'll make someone very happy
And they'll be able to care

- The Way I Couldn't

Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale

She's really breathing (it) him in
Her shimmering laugh falling
From her lips curling around her
Incasing her with the smoke
Basing her like his touch

Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale

She likes the burn
Hot like his love
Misting like his kisses
It bites her
It bites her

Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale

She's on the cusp of revolution
Or so she says
She'll take the long way out
Just to get there
She missed her train
She thought she had it but it's gone

She put her game face on
Tied up her hair and chose her best shoes
She holds up the line
Her pretty face online
The sugar coated lie
That was her life
"I'll just be out for a while"
I'll be back soon
Angel on the Northern line

You're so inconsiquential

You are no work of art

You weren't made with god's hand

Or by the kind of heart

I find you so unreachable- unmanageable

I wonder how you sleep at night

Do you rest your head on dirty pillows

And dream of wingless flight

You are in fact the lecher's dream

The decrepit shrine inside god's house

I bet you lie on pins

Just to ease your conscience out

You are no Lolita, no nymphet

And it's no surprise you lose respect

The way you walk about

I'd like to exorcise you

To get those demons out

But I fear there's nothing left to you

Just a crying pathetic child

God help you if you're weak

I hope you find your light

Inside that abyss you call a heart

I'm sure you'll work it out

But I must admit

I am forced to suggest

I daresay you'll have more luck

In a length of rope

Than a young girl's dress

In the end I'll feel no remorse

And who am I to judge

You're a plague loving psychopath

But I'm no Midas Touch

There is a fine line between good and bad

Still it pains me much

There is some awful symmetry between us

And you are my prevailing part.

I want it so loud my ears are ringing for days

the whisper of your melancholy words in my brain

I want it to attack when I least expect 

and render me incapable of coherent thought

your lucid pronunciation becomes my own

I start to lose myself in whispered words, I'm undone

let the drip of conscious slide down my back

as I'm released back into your arms where I belong

like tapping fingers on my throat you consume

the cloud of you the air I breathe begins to choke

easily they fall from your lips

to bring sweet pestilence to my ear

the note rumbles from you as an earthquake to a shore

the wave of you seduces me

and leaves me an open sore

the sustain in your throat leaves me with bated breath

as you suck from my lungs the air and you begin to possess

the candid silence I hear in your pause

I've known from the very start: I'm yours.

your tender kiss lands upon my lobe

I bathe in the poignant simplicity of your verse

it swims around my love of your spoken word

you condemn me to deliverance

one that I cannot forgo

you lick me prosey and a delight

for yours is one I cannot forget

you speak again and wind around me

like a ribbon for a child you're affluent within
how long is a piece of string you may ask
about as long as my fondness for your voice, my love.

Loving you was a fantasy that I held onto

For so long it became a story

A sad tale of misfortune

A desire unfulfilled like so many

Left behind, like broken childhood toys

And this one just like the others

All fade with time

It's hard to hold this candle

While you're not mine

I could almost taste you on my tongue

I almost had you

But now you're gone.