The closet skeleton

The skeleton beneath which exposes the truth of the lies lurking behind

They were warnings in disguise as promises buried by the suffocation of love or what you convinced me it was

But lies fester and mould eats, away at skin, away at bone, eventually time reveals all

I made an hourglass from your skull, all the pain the sand, so I can watch the doubt flow again.

To harden heart against pain. Reluctance to grow fond of friend.

I found myself caught in a web too taught to bare

So I broke free, smashed the glass, rose again, flesh allows us to bruise and heal, all bone does is break

You love me when you have me but do you miss me when you don’t

Is this link of rejection lodged between my heart and throat universal

Do we all suffer the same tendencies, accept the same consequences

Find the strength to bite down our drowning whims

Do my eyes sparkle in your dreams

Will your lips hold a loose smile as your conscience fades into slumber

Will my name be written on your heart

As they are engraved in mine

When the power cut strikes will you reignite the lightning

Or let the waves of black crash against you till the faint crack of daylight shines brighter through the disturbed curtain rail

Will you always wait for me, I choose to hope you will

Your face plays with my memory, stirs deep aches within me

Glances can be deceiving, pain is felt in the inside

Time is best spent face to face with lovers

A palm away, for fingers to stretch, and grasp, and renew bond

I’ll be sure to kiss your skull goodnight

Even when you can’t kiss mine

Hope is found in the eyes

Honey you burst into bloom

Don’t let the dark stop you

Shadows may chase but the light sparks through

Hold on my darling grip hard for me

Don’t you dare let go of what took you so long to dig deep

Deep is the crevice of the mind you clawed up from

tooth, nail, broken bone,

dreaming of a stardom kingdom

which cause no turbulence falls

Fly high in hope my lover

Soar low in fear and shame

See the sun that glows above

The valley you overcame

The colour of brown paper packages

Watch me try and catch my breath on the exhale - when you take so much in, nothing quite goes out the same way again,

Pounding at the glass, brush my fingers against the light, cascading off overcast clouds of white grey purity, begging to feel the ricocheting drops wipe my dusted face clean again. A desire to be clean, just for a minute to feel sane.

The dancing moth, mislead by surety, stuck in loops at the glowing white corner, leaving starlit brown patters, trailing everywhere they’ve been looking out at the unreachable expanse of where they wish and will never get to be. My window pane blocks out the storms but doesn’t let healing in.

Safety in a cardboard box, memories tucked and folded away, smoothed down wedding dress - wine stains still seething, teddy bears buried at innocence lost. Post cards with torn pages, a plethora of names, stringing lovers to places that ballet shoes will never touch again.

Ride that rocking horse far away from here, hope the heat of the flame purifies you, lifting your fears to the skies refrain

Magicians touch

“Watch me.”

He says in earnest testing the eye of the audience

Fingers flicking, twirling twisting

Rope at his hip, hoops in his pocket

Watch me,

Somehow the closer I look the more the cards in his fingers disappear

Watch me,

The speed of his trick ripples, still images blurring to one

Watch me,

Twinkling eyes and a half smirked smile, the hallucination complete

Closer,

Baited breath rises in rhythm to stardusted handkerchiefs

Closer still,

Explosions of pure white feathers brought to life from dank pockets

Patience,

ruptured smiles melt with harmonised shock, as objects are passed and fondled

Reward;

A bow to applause as mechanics shift back to place,

The dust settles as the stage is re set

Young eyes to engulf old tricks

Pixie dust to keep their hearts alive

A dim lamp to ensure their minds focused

“What do you mean”

“Let’s just say, when you live in the open you have nothing to lose. Now that is the most dangerous type of person”

Chasing you

The fact that I love you

Enough to say I want to hold and touch you

The point I make to mimic your actions and copy your smile

The stretched actions I make to graze your knuckle to be in your vicinity

And I don’t know why

Do I love you for your looks

Do I like you for your laugh

Do I want you for your actions

Do I need you to feel comfort

Do I simply feel drawn to your imperfections like a nurse I want to bandage them but I know that the bruises will keep bleeding as I keep weeping that we will never make up our minds and confront the room to our demise the memories of you they joint my mind as I try to fall asleep I see your silhouette crinkle in the curtain sheet, I can’t be with you but I can’t leave, so I guess I’m stuck here hanging

On empty words which feel more like final sentence threats , I don’t want to chase you forever

I never thought I was shy or a small talker but you leave me stuck like the gum in my throat wants to choke what is me and my expression to become your mirrored rag doll of impression , I have feelings I can never express, thoughts I can’t say out loud to you, and the thing that’s hurts the most Is you feel exactly the same