I knock quietly at your door, you open it yet never let me in

Well?

And I shouldn’t be surprised
Really

Still
I can’t help it
and it would have been nice

Just this once

To feel like I had someone on my side

That in the middle of this darkness
Unsure of where to go
There was a hand in mine

Ready to squeeze when I lost my footing

Never mind
Doesn’t matter

It’s beside the point
(Just keep telling myself that)

I’ll let it go
Pretend that it doesn’t sting
One more wound to add to
My ever growing list

Sorry
To have bothered you.

below par

I am not broken.

You cannot fix
What was always faulty.

Soundness of judgement

There is an edge
Like a knife
Or a sword

Fine
Unrelenting
Unyielding

And he says we’re balance on it
As if we could just stand there

As if that is the easiest thing
In the whole wide world

As if we wouldn’t notice

Just there

See

Where the wrappers and films
And boxes
And outer cases
And empty packets
And tissues
And toothpaste
Cover

There

Where I failed to notice

And I think he is right

Only not balanced but teetering
Like at the brink of disaster.

Sleepwalking

He finds himself watching

Eyes never still

Flicking between the solid masses
And air so fine
He believes he could fall through
Without leaving the faintest trace

A spark in hand
Perhaps the only indication
That there is life present on the edge

A sign

The beacon for would be rescuers

Beneath the weight of all that is us

I have loved you past
The moment
We should have
Ceased to be.

Off
And on into the great
Unknown.

Where all that we were
Is weighted
By millstones to carry us
Down
Or stretch far beyond the
Point of breaking.

And how I have broken
Whilst you have never done
Anything other than
Love my entirety.

Damaging Awkwardness

Some days
In your company
I feel alone

Like we are no longer us

Two beings who falter
Fail to connect

Who struggle to find
The time where we were
Comfortable

Alive

Pushing the world forward
With the momentum of
Our unity

Instead you slip
From my hold

Implant the distance
To keep you
A fingertip out of reach
And stretch the binds
Of our love.

Changing Under the Full Moon

There is something we should say
About her

Before you start

Instead we stand in the doorway
Hovering
Unsure of the meaning
You will weave into our words

Afraid of the battered mind
Who will drag herself back to us
Only when she has clawed out
Your innards
And left you disembowelled

Her self remorse unbridled

Yet she will have loved you
And been loved

Surely every one in life deserves that chance?