Those Lights

Sheer lights

burning stars, glistening stars, twinkle twinkle little stars

Nah, just damn bright lights, in my way, all the way.

Always?

What?

Get out of my way...now

I can’t see a damn thing!

Good Enough

If I were good enough for you, would you have been able to stay

If I were good enough for you, would you have smiled again

If I were good enough for you, would you have been able to say no to me

If I were good enough for you, would you have tortured me more sweetly

If I were good enough for you, would you have completely lost yourself to me

If I were good enough for you, would you have let me conquer you completely

But I was never good enough

Because I am still waiting for the rain to fall

Because I was not the one who could not hold on

To something this good enough

Not for me

Nor for you

Peeling Paint

She sat beside the wall

Her back facing the peeling paint

Mouldy coloured depiction of charred books and mould on damp ceilings

The smell was dry, tenure of a wet field of dried burnt grass

The air was filled with remorse and cold gritting teeth

Time did not stand still as much as she had would wish it would

She lived her day as if it the last

Her heart had done that dance as everyone would do

That rush

That euphoric feeling

The lights

But she had lived her day now as if it the pass

Because that dance her heart had done

Had been crushed against that very wall

Her back now peeled like paint.