Month: October 2018

Love me Deeply

October 21, 2018

Love me deeply,

and leave no corner

of my mind

unexplored,

because my thoughts

are all yours.

And with every pore

of my skin

I sink in

to the realisation

that love

is the closest I’ll get

to religion.

And if heaven

is being with you,

then the afterlife

is not so much a path from life

but the present.

And I like the idea

of us being here

in this moment

is atonement

for our sins,

as we can’t hold on to hate

when our slate

is wiped clean

by this feeling.

So believe me

when I say

that I want you to love me deeply.

Here for You

October 8, 2018

Take me to the darker side of your mind,
only then I will know if you’re human.

Take me to the darker side of your mind,
where shadows lurk and demons hide,
where doubts persist in endless lists,
a roll-call of your deepest fears,
unclear how you went wrong so many times.

Show me where your bear traps lie,
so I can avoid stepping on your triggers,
and take me to the place from which you live to escape,
so I can offer my hand when you get there.

Berlin

October 4, 2018

I live in Berlin now
to escape my reality,
a dream-like phase
in such vivid clarity.

I’ve fallen in love here
with the city and a man,
as we walk through Kreutzberg
in autumn leaves, hand-in-hand.

I drink beer outside a späti
as rusted bikes cycle by,
and I smile on the U-Bahn
between a drag queen and some guy.

I’m working in a restaurant
with an unlikely group,
and we laugh, wine in hand
over homemade mushroom soup.

I live in Berlin now
where freedom oozes from every cobble stone,
and I never thought I’d claim so quickly
such a crazy place as home.

Threadbare Heart

October 3, 2018

I let you pick at the frayed ends
of my threadbare heart,
until it unravels completely
and I stand before you
with nothing
but ribbons
spilling from my ribcage,
asking you to sew me together again.

Separate Worlds

October 2, 2018

He exists in a separate world from me, she thought, watching water droplets hang from the window frame, catching the cold white light of English winter. Her sadness materialising into the real world, as her sighs fogged the glass. She closed her eyes and felt the dull thud of her heart, reduced to its necessary function of keeping her alive and nothing more.