Poems and prose about mortality, fragility, cancer, humanity, love & life. It’s not escapism but reality or the reality of a moment
Just you and me and a bottle or two
Some Netflix films and before we knew.
There we were, you melting into me
and I into you.
Like gravity at triple force. Our touch
grew closer with no remorse. It was the
perfect moment, the perfect night. Like
nothing else mattered, just being held
tight. That night you changed
my life.
With electricity the sparks ignite, heart
now throbbing, is it fear or delight? I
couldn’t lose another but here’s my
plight. I still wish I may I wish I might.
It’s ok to have a freckle on your face
As long as it’s in the perfect place
It’s ok to have curls
All wild and long
Streaming down, but never coming undone
It‘s ok to have some extra fat
As long as it’s placed where you guys want it at
It’s ok to work a medial job
As long as you don’t mind being called a bogan slob
It’s ok to be short
As long as you wish to not date
It’s ok to have small breasts
As long as you understand your unsexy fate
It’s ok to be very old
As long as you wish to be alone
It’s ok to be a poor man
As long as you wish to never own your home
It’s ok to be ill
It’s ok to be sick in the head
As long as you afford the drugs
But don’t expect sympathy lying in your bed
It’s ok to be many things
But mostly it’s just not
It’s always easier for the other
But if it’s you, it’s not
Try and think outside your space
Just consider another’s shoes
Would you really walk much further
Could you really choose?
Sometimes things are out of reach
No matter what we do
So be a little kinder dear
You’ve got nothing else to prove
What I really wanted was for you to bare your soul.
To show me all the little pieces where no one else could go.
I searched for you in every face, in every passer by.
But as the days progressed I could see it was all a waste of time
What I really wanted was for you to crave my soul.
To pick up all those pieces that you spread. Put me back, make me whole.
You never even turned your head to see if I’m still there. As I lay there bleeding from the heartache as you left.
What I really wanted was for you to never leave. To hold me in your arms. Hold me close, just squeeze.
You’ll never understand the love I had that was true. Insecurity ate it up spat it out, you never knew.
I just wanted you to see every good thought and good deed. But everything you twisted into some kind of negativity make believe.
But I meant every word and I meant so much more. Just wanted you to feel I always held open that door.
There was no other man. No other prize. I just wanted you for you. You were perfect in my eyes.
What I really wanted was for you to treat me kind. Not to push me to till I break. Test my waters till I cried.
I wanted nothing more than for you to have your success. Just to see you happy to have nothing but the best.
Instead you moved on. Like I never meant a thing. I guess you’ll never understand just exactly what I was offering.
What I really wanted and all I’ll ever need, it was you all along. No one else could ever supersede.
You’re a raconteur, witty in your ways, people speak your praise.
But often specious words you say, that’s how you take your prey.
Officiously you guide my day, telling me which way to stay. So you can feel you are enough, beyond my reach, just out of touch.
But nobody knows what’s beneath, your arcane ways where you snarl, sink your teeth. Incisive in your approach, but only on the surface beneath that you gloat, shrouded in your technicolored fancy make-believe coat.
JaxTrax 