The kiss
Wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
It wasn’t a start
Just another missed chance.
A glancing blow,
A slow dance over too fast
For my heart’s misery.
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Heartbreak
The Loving Words
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Spinning infinity,
Planets collide.
I loved you once
But that hope died.
The stars align,
The signs are red.
But the loving words
Remained unsaid.
Celestial object
In my sky.
I wanted love
But you made me cry.
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The Waning
Two Pieces
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Promises and tears,
You cannot have one
Without the other.
Because what is a heart for
Other than to break into two.
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I Was Different Then
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I used to love her
But that was then,
That was a different life,
A different circumstance.
That was when someone else
Held the strings
And I danced on
To someone else’s song.
My fate was controlled
My future was not my own,
A dice throw and happenstance
Outside of my control.
But now I take my chance
Out here on my own
Where freedom isn’t a delusion,
Not a bargaining chip
Illusion, bought and sold.
I used to love her
But that was yesterday
And yesterday is gone.
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Shipwrecked
To the night another soul
shipwrecked on the rocks.
For the night’s not over
‘til all hearts are lost.
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Originally Published 13 January 2015
Memories
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Tears.
Leaving.
Heartbeat.
Crashing waves.
Laughter.
That kiss.
All in the past.
Never coming back,
Just sepia images
On a flickering screen;
Kissed by memory.
Tears.
Leaving.
Heartache.
Hand in mine.
The beach.
Wrenched apart.
Submerged ‘neath the sea.
Diving down forever
For treasure, searching
For the touch of a lover;
Memories of ecstasy.
Tears.
Leaving.
Heartbreak.
Waves.
Lost to the tide.
Dying
For memory.
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Hall of Mirrors
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I can’t pretend I don’t regret
The way I broke the moment into pieces.
That the last I saw of you
Was just a shattered reflection
Of what had gone before.
I was brought up to be honest
But surely there was a version of the truth
Or a kinder lie
That could have protected
A little of what we’d shared.
Would it have been ignorance or innocence
To have left you sleeping
On the morning of the day
That a part of me died.
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