A New Year

Usher in a new year
With new beginnings
A fresh start
To not dwell on what was not done
But commemorate what was
A blank canvas rolls outward before you
Your hands quiver at the thought of change
But some things still stay the same
Like lips unkissed on new years day
Or the start of lonely lips
Ears that dread the coming ring of alarms
Bodies that only wake up to late mornings
Or early afternoons
And broken new years resolutions
By the first week of January

Wash Your Hands

It's obvious you did
As your eyes moved around like two big flies
Flies that are trying to escape
But are confined to the sockets of your eyes

And what you did showed in your hands
Uneasy, it clenched and unclenched
Like a Venus fly trap but you're the fly
Wash your hands

Get rid of all the dirt
Get rid of the evidence
Wiped out like the love I had for you
Wash your hands

Keep it to yourself
I don't want to be involved with the chase
The chase between your guilt and pride
Who gives up first?
Wash your hands

Keeping Balance

"Lighten up will you?" he says with a smile that lights up my world.
I'm not sure whether what is happening is real. I've got so good at pretending I seem to have forgotten how to stop. If this day is real then I'm afraid. This means that tomorrow I'm going to have a really bad day.
I believe in a balance of things. When things are too good to be true then you'll have to make up for it by having a day too bad to be true. From the moment I wake up the next day, everything would be out of my favour. Happiness is only temporary so what's the point of enjoying it?
I smile back, concealing my worries for the next day while he shows no signs of worry at all.

Craving

I crave for you
Like a chocolate bar
At half past two
A feeling rather bizarre

A want to be the reason
Behind your smile
Or maybe your beacon
Someone you'll walk for miles

You are a need
And not a want
To keep me breathing
But you stop my heart

Rose Bush

I surround myself with thorns
To look dangerous and out of reach
This way I distance myself
So I don't hurt anybody
And if you try to pry into my life
It's going to hurt
So why do you even bother?
One by one as the thorns scratch and pierce
Just stop trying to get to me
Once you reach the center of my rose bush
You silly fool
How are you going to get out?
It's going to be more painful getting out
My vines would entangle on to you
Because I can't let go of things easily
Deep in the rose bush protected by vines
Out of the sunshine
Where I'll do just fine
Maybe it's best if you leave me alone
Because this rose bush is what's mine

Forgotten

Something's missing. It used to be there but it's gone. I know it's missing. I just don't know what is. Isn't that how I'm going to end up? Just another "important" item. It's like we've never been apart and suddenly you don't know who I am anymore. I left a void ready to be replaced. I'll just drift aimlessly like how this whole thing was.

A paper bag flying in the wind then it gets damp from the tears of the universe.
It's falling, falling, fallen.
Trampled on.
Forgotten.