Late Nights

the clock reads a time
too far in the future for me to realise
the numbers blink in confirmation
dragging the tears from whats left of my eyes

i turn away, hoping that i can't see it pass
but still i can feel it blaring in silence
shadows, put under your spell
and as i read over the words you wrote
they're in a language i can't see
forming shapes where i can't tell
what is empty and what is full
so i put down the letters

and try to let the impartial hands smother me
and drag me down deep into the unbiased black
where all who live in light languish
and all who live in the dark lack

the feeling of you not being here,
it's enough, and i try to lose myself in the covers
always too hot, or too cold
a shower of burning guilt which i cant run from.

and if i were to try, the thought would pound
itself into my mind
useless, useless, useless
because only within them can i pretend
that there is hope
for a dull grey flower
which never hangs it's head in shame
but in this bed
where nothing changes hour by hour
and it seems like the seasons will not change

and this is just one of many late nights
when i lie, and i lie, and i lie, to myself
about what might--

Sketches

As you are, leaning against the clear panes

With me doing the same on the other side

As you sat in the warmth inside

I take comfort in the tears I have cried

As the wind takes the truth from my eyes.

On a midsummer day, I stumbled across something so small

I thought it insignificant, but I picked it up and out of my way

Nothing more than a shard of a mirror

Making no difference if it were there, or not at all

But it somehow interrupted my calm, as the light was caught

And it shone for a second, but only to me,

For any other would leave it was it were, and think

That maybe it was lost and longing 

Looking for where it belonged

That tiny piece of your reflection

I kept with me. Until I found, by chance profound

The place where it should have been

With such a rush of joy I ran to you

And gave you the missing part

And then you invited me inside your heart

And showed me how long you had been looking, longing

For something so lost

And then you assembled the mirror

And we both stood in it's presence

I thought at that point, all was well

But as I looked into the glass, I saw 

That there was only one, not two

And with cold apathy you declined my 

Days to spend, my stories to tell, And

Outside I went, back through reality I fell

And your gravity kept holding me down

I understood then, that once you were complete

I was taken aside, that all you needed was someone

To bring to you what you needed

And then all else would be obsolete

And now, I

The extra piece of the puzzle never solved

Stand separate

Yet so painfully aware

Of what lies on the other side