Quiet at the end of my bed

There is a hand
to hold
when no one is watching.

A boy
who will dance unashamedly
in the dark.

Whatever you need.
Whenever.

Anything
it takes to get you through.
Everything.

His hand you will hold.
When you weep.
When you smile.

In thick and thin.

Until the end of time.

Square Root

Girl in the corner.

Boy
Sprawled on the floor.

Between them
Imperfect numbers
Holding them apart.

He cannot ask.

She cannot say.

She would like
To write them off
Ignore them as they fall.

Spend the rest of her life
Facing that wall.

In denial.

He wants to
Ram them down her throat
Until she remembers
How to reignite.

He misses the spark.

Instead
They sit there.

More
Than their sum total.

Less than life.

Specks

Clearing away
specks
of life
those tiny marks
which hold
your existance
and keep
you rooted in
our reality.

Not nearly

It wasn't nearly enough,
never has been,
never will.

I can pretend all I like
but the truth
is sewn to my side,
stitched in time

and pain.

Embedded into everything
I do,
or don't.

And even if I pull the thread,
the scars they give me away,
till the world
turns it's back.

Left out in the cold
because I wanted more.

Yet not nearly enough.

Star of stage and screen

The end when it came
was peaceful and still
played out
on an empty stage

no evidence
of a final twist
to encapture the audience

just you alone

like life could no longer
be found

not here
not in this air we breath
not amongst the empty rows

and how silently you went
slipped away

our ever shining star.

Wizards and War Lords

His smile was fixed.

He had practised it down to perfection
Knew the ways the corners should tilt.
How high.
How wide.
When it should reach his eyes.

And oh!
He could make them shine
Sparkling in all directions.

That boy.

Whole and adoring.

Your unfaltering happiness
His consuming heart break.

He wanted you to forget.

Break off
In one clean sweep.

Walk away without turning back
Just leave him standing there
Engulfed.

In solitary hurt.

And you couldn't even do that.

All the world is a stage

Welcome
to the cheap seats
where the view
of your world
is blocked
by pillars and posts.

And the guy
next to you is no
prince
he simply
called in to
shelter from the rain.