night desends

Extended Play (Gin Wigmore EP) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I hope all had a great week , I hate to harp on this …….but 8 months drug free, 7 cigarette free……and yes before you ask…..IT IS A BIG DEAL…LOL

Horizon

Blues.

There has to be the blues because
some kinds of sadness are better than happiness.

Misery loves company.

Kills.

Words that diminish the
spirit by their force.
Or perhaps, his silence
does that better.

Dreams of acceptance
and love wither as reality
unveils itself. And you wake
up to darkness.

Jealousy, insecurity,
and silent death in those eyes. The
stranger’s eyes.

Am I?

As my heart races under
goose bumped skin,
tell me if i’m too weak
to devour every
word that comes out
of your mouth.

Or say if i’m not.

Cried.

I cried when i left
you. Silent tears,
that hurt my insides.

I cried when i realised
you wouldn’t follow.
Howled, each night.

Longing.

He stares blankly into
his laptop, while his thoughts
rush to her. Makes him
feel warm, even in the
air-conditioned cabinet.
Her smile, her hair,
the nose-ring she wears,
her love, her flair,
he wishes she was here.

Love me.

Love me wordlessly.
Love me without a sound.
Love me with hot moistness under a noisy fan.
Love me so that i forget language.
Love me so i am silent.
Love me so i blabber.
Love me with poetry.
Love me with that song you like.