Bring me flowers
To give life to what’s living
It’s not a promise
It’s just a little thing
One flower
Bring one flower
A rose, a daisy, a leaf
Bring something
Bring anything
Just to show me that you care
Or just come, please
I want you to be there
Or don’t
But just send me a message
Just saying goodnight
I don’t want to lose you
And I’m scared that I might
Tag: poetry
I forget…
Like a flower…
You remind me of..
The moon shines brighter when…
When I’m with you I…
I forget
Forget what I was doing
Forget what I was working for
Forget why I was even working in the first place
I forget about a lot of things
But when I am without you…
I don’t
It’s a shame I couldn’t see its light on your face
Will we always see
the same sky
at night?
If we’re far away
could it change?
It might
But I’m glad
that we saw
the same moon
tonight
Wasn’t it beautiful!
Half round, so very bright
Wasn’t it lovely
To be sharing the same sight
Don’t write
I tell myself not to write
Because I five too deep
But then, I fall
Into a world to easy to keep
Of tinder dates that fall in love or to never been seen again
Of short 6 second videos that teach me nothing or bring up pain
I tell myself not the start writing because I’ll be depressed again.
But how bad can life be
Sat here listening to quiet tv
And chatter
In one room and quiet resource
Evelyn Stein in this room
Quiet
With the sound of rain falling into the deck
And the song has now changed
to the Hymn of the sea by James Korner
And now I feel like although I don’t believe in god,
maybe a Spotify one exists.
He knows who I am better than you do
She knows what I need more that you do
They know more about me than you could ever do.
Because I am nothing but my habits,
I am nothing but my thoughts and my soul,
I am nothing but todays playlist,
I am nothing but todays goal.
My plans are already made
How I wish I could just fade
Into bed with you at night
But sleeping next to you is too hard
Hard for me to want to sleep
When you’re right next to me
Because there aren’t enough minutes in a day
To look at you
To listen
To hold
But waking up to you is too promising
Promises of a good day
Or a shit day
But a shit day with you…
is a good one
Because atleast I can
Look at you
Listen
Hold
So I won’t sleep alone instead
I’ll have great and shit days alone
Ill be dreaming through it all
dried up paint
Scraping dried up paint from under my fingernails
With a 2H
Writing shit with too many details
Its getting late
Lying down by my book
Kept company by my pencils
And my phone
But its only decoration right now
I love it when an addiction is just decor
I could be using it but I wouldn’t know what for
To pick you up
To start to scroll
But I don’t
To want to drink
A glass of wine
But I wont
To smoke a cigarette, to think about you...
But I do
I love it when I write
Because nothing really means anything
Apart from one word at a time
And everyone thinks it does
That theres a theme or a deeper meaning
That I thought about before I finished it
I didn’t
There isn’t
Its just me talking in my head
If my brain could talk
Its just the shit it woulda said
I find meaning in my writing
But I don’t write with meaning
I write with a pencil
And dried up paint
Night
A bright dark blue sky
A moonlit road
A bright sunny moon
Maybe I should wear my sunglasses
Maybe I should kiss you
You dont get day night time
Very often
And neither do I
Boy bye
Sorry I’m not good enough
What you wanted me to be
Sorry I’m not good enough
But you’re not good enough for me
You try to perfect my flaws
But I love my imperfections
You try to bring me down
But let me teach you a lesson
See, I know I’m not perfect
And know ill never be
But I need someone to love how I am
So I can be the best me
But see
I cant make you love me
No matter how hard I try
So I’m giving you up
Sorry, boy, bye.
Who dropped a coin
The penny drops
But it sounds like a cent
It tangs more than tingles
Ive not heard this here before
Ive not felt this here before
Im back home again when I wake up
But I never moved in
Im owned and free
But fuck
What has been done to me
Clean enough for what
Its like a sign
You know Im back at work when my hands are only clean enough on sunday
Only for an evening
An evening alone
Whats the point in clean hands on a Sunday evening?