Simile. Metaphor.

I do not yet love well,
But boy, do I love hard.
I'm the squishy, slimy snail
With the crunchy shell.
I cry with my eyes closed,
I dream with my heart open,
I don't know who I am,
But I know who I would like to be.
Ouch, suppression. It hurts.
It's like heart burn. It is heart burn.

Pause.

Do not let my fickle flesh go to waste
As it keeps my heart and soul in its place.
And I will love with urgency
But not with haste.

Return to sender.

Well it's one thing to fall in love
But another to make it last
I thought that we were just beginning
And now you say we're in the past
Look me in the eye
and tell me we are really through

You know it's one thing to say you love me
but another to mean it from the heart
And if you don't intend to see it through
why did we ever start?
I wanna hear you tell me
you don't want my love

Put your hand on your heart and tell me
it's all over
I won't believe it till you
put your hand on your heart and tell me
that we're through
Put your hand on your heart

They like to talk about for ever
Most people never get the chance
Do you wanna lose our love together
Do you find a new romance
I need to hear you tell me
you don't want my love

Put your hand on your heart and tell me
it's all over
I won't believe it till you
put your hand on your heart and tell me
that we're through
Put your hand on your heart
hand on your heart

Look me in the eye

To whom it may concern.

'No matter how crazy my life gets, I know you'll be there. And when it's your turn to lose it, you can count on me'

And now I see (no I always saw)

Now I accept where I must go,

What I must seek (other than He)

Because I've always known that 

I cannot be who [name] wants 

Until I am who I want (and He).

And you (you know exactly who you are)

If you are reading this (hypocrite)

Trying to work out what I'm thinking,

Then here it is,

I'll spell it out for you:

H.O.W. D.A.R.E. Y.O.U.

I could sabotage (I repeat) this if I so wanted to

(I don't want to. Hi, do you even remember me?)

With the secrets and the truth 

('the darkest things that we don't like to talk about')

Get off your high horse. It doesn't suit you, sir.

The late night drives,

the letters,

the emails, 

the confessions,

the 'chin up's...

But at least now I'm started to believe this.

Because you would never have done this.

Shown me this little respect...

Wait.

That's ridiculous. Where do I start? 

White wine + iPhone =

I miss you.
Please say something tomorrow.
I know I certainly will.
It's the reason I've been drinking white wine tonight.
I don't like white wine.
But I think it makes me ok.
I'm not ok.
I miss you.

Ivory Tower.

It's not her fault she's in an ivory tower,
But when I listen to her voice
I can't help but look up at the pearly dew
And the rainbows of faith
Personified in her being.
She has provoked this in me.

'There is a knock at the door, she wonders - How much more? I am more than property.'


I'll let you in to a little secret...
When I was walking away this evening,
Without your eyes following me,
I said: 
It's almost been a year and he still doesn't really look at me.
And you see, you know me,
I can't help but wonder - why?


'She is not just a stranger'


It's silly to think this is still just a season,
But the plan that I made in the dusty 
Cricks of my crux almost the 365 ago,
I am now afraid of.
I told myself to 365 this and then breathe.
But I'm choking on the fluffy stuff.


'I'm falling into your arms. I'm falling into the ocean of you. And I'm not coming up for air anytime soon'

Or. Sorry!

Hamlet:
I did love you once.

Ophelia:
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Hamlet:
You should not have believ'd me, for virtue cannot so
inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not.

Ophelia:
I was the more deceiv'd.

Hamlet:
Get thee to a nunn'ry, why woulds't thou be a breeder of
sinners?

I think you might think I'm with him.
But I'm not with him because I'm still with you.
In my tiny brain.