Ghost Behind

A ghost appeared.

In the reflection of my glasses.

“You’re smiling?” I asked.

“I’m happy now”, he said.

 

Just a reflection in my periphery,

of a change in my past.

Like ash taking hold of my hand

telling me it’s okay to long for 

what is missing.

 

But look at that ghost.

behind me.

Smiling. I love that smile.

It’s nice to see what remains now I’m gone.

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H Romantic

Hopeless Romantic.

Sits at his desk wondering about the handsome.

Thinking this would be picturesque.

Wouldn’t it be nice if.

 

Yet still at his desk.

He remains himself.

Would you put on a mask to attract.

A falsity? 

 

His Love is fluid it holds many forms

right now it’s shape

will be fixed prominently 

within.

My time with.

i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on, i don’t want to move on,

I’d love to lie to myself and say I wasn’t still moved by the sight of you. How you have changed, yet I still see that Knight. Could it be nostalgia and longing for a better time or a glimpse at such wasted potential. I remember that last kiss from time to time, yet I had forgotten it for a time too.

Am I a hopeless romantic holding onto something that is forever lost. I bet you’d tell me the truth or would you? Is who you are in my mind the reality of what you were in person.

It’s been such a long time. I crave an update on how you are, sending out smoke signals in poetry must be where I remain.

I respect him too much to ever return to work whatever is left of me in him.

The day will come when we cross each others paths, I only hope there is no hatred in the room that day, only love. For what was.

Not a tattoo but his name is engraved forever on my heart.

A concoction of love, passion, mistrust and pain.

Yet here I will remain. With strength reciting your name,

Never forgetting my time with Shane.

Pollinate

See,

that bee,

upon the flower,

of your sweet innocence.

Just waiting to be pollinated.

Would you let him.

Take the nectar from your soul,

to receive the entire being of you.

Is that wise? As one knows

That a worker bee will soon fly away.

To more brighter pastures.

While you remain,

Raptured and wilting. 

Archived

 

Archived 

beyond measure each instance of us.

In the private aisles of the library.

where only the excelling students can visit.

Will their be an unveiling event?

For your past to return to its prominence 

Or will the artist remain bitter,

The taste of hatred will remain if you fuel it so.

A train on track screeching towards its destination.

Of loss and begrudging smiles.

It’s been quite a while.

Learning

It’s the same process everyday.                                                                                                        To reach-out and say hello, yet I have said hello,                                                                 before which has gone unnoticed.

So now is the learning, to read the book.                                                                                        If it is not reciprocated.                                                                                                                Then one must learn to live without.

For now.

(Think back to the right ending and you will survive)

*it has been far too long it will not subside, so live with it.

Real Life Image

I’m going wherever he is.

I guess this makes us a team.

You can have that one cause I took your last.

I’m so embarrassed.

Do you have anything else to wear besides a suit.

I’d love to but I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

This place is so romantic.

Ok it's romantic for here.

This is so romantic.

Can you swim?

We project an image of what we want the other to see.

I mean sure but i’m just being myself.

They all said it was abusive.

I wanted to give you the full Irish experience.

I’m hungry lets get dinner.

Oh i’m a liar I just wanted to spend some more time with you.

What’s your name again?

Go for one drink.

You don’t have to drink alcohol if you don’t want too I don’t care.

We never got tea.

I left your jacket in my hotel.

You’re obsessed with Oscar Wilde.

Fall in love so fast?

You’re a bit of an anarchist.

You are funny and handsome don’t isolate yourself so much.

Don’t work yourself to death you are still so young.

I’ll visit.

You should come back i’ll show you around.

Gonzo is my favourite.

That necklace is really pretty.

Any other Bridget Jones moments?

Goodbye.

See you again.