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menu’s
Cheeseboards aren’t dessertsAnd I love dessertsBut sometimes cheese is betterIt all goes with wineSlides down and satisfiesNearly but not quiteI don’t like menusI don’t like choosing
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Rituals
We all have our ritualsMine just include something between my lips andSomeone on theMine just include my addictionsSubstances and peopleLife is too short to think of it as evilTo be scared of the easelDrugs feel like a break, and everyday is tiringDrugs make me feel like a painting, without evenTrying
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Men
I don’t get carried away by momentsJust by menAnd the feeling I get When Im thinking of themMoments are magicWhen I’m not aloneThis bedroom feels magicWhen its not my ownAnd when it is.
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Sober
I wonder what she would taste like without the alcoholIt’s those steps I haven’t taken yet that barricade the entranceWhat if I find everything less excitingPeople less enticingSex more tryingI wonder how I would lean in, if it wasn’t the sway that started meI wonder how i would act when I’m sick of actingI’m finding…
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Small adjustments and fixes
I have done everything I canTo make sure this is the room that feels rightI like situations to be perfectSmall adjustments and fixesIt’s not as easy when I’m not alonePeople dont like it when I tell them what to doThey aren’t figurines out of a comic bookWith bodies that I can manipulateSmall adjustments and fixesBut…
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Talk to me
I want all the unsaid things to be conversationsBut the words hurt to leave my lipsUnreadBut hoping my eyes say moreInsteadI sit here quietlyAloneDreaming all these memories in my headThat I didn’t haveWhy are words so much harsher than soundsI wish my ideas were out loudI wish my feelings could echoI wish myself could be…
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The roses
The roses I never sent herWill now have died.Or maybe they were never cutAnd they’re flowering into a bush.Maybe they were all readyAnd just sent to someone else.The roses I sent a strangerWe’re they even ever mine?But they feel like an artefactThat were only to me What I envisioned them to beThe strangers celebrating loveBut…
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Taking it back already
I can never focusIm always speaking inside my headWhile doingSomething?The topics never relateIt’s always confusingBut when I’m trying to write…Silence, every word now feels forcedWhere did all those ideas go?I thought of so many opening lines and themes of things I wanted to sayBut in this space, so open and readyI feel shyMy head hurts,…
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Waiting for change
Distant memories feelSo much closer when the timeStops.In a car, bus or trainIt always feels like a BreakFrom lifeEverything else takes so much effortBut right now…I just existTo myself and othersBut there is no need to acknowledge itI know they see me,Because I seeThem.From the opposite seat, through the window reflection,or from the outsideWhere everything…
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Lines I didn’t write, from a love I was in
I miss the weight of youWhilst you lay your head upon my shoulderI see you for the first timeI see it when I close my eyesBecause next to me you layI’ll bring you feathersI like it when you enjoy what I do(I lied it was kind of about you)I don’t like to shower alone anymoreTo…
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Poetry by Taylor 