i bend and alter this piece of paper
contort the corners
break the rules
paper plane in my palm
it soars to your home
scoping the where abouts of your happiness
to return to me, with no story
just blank lines, and broken edges.
kiss the wind in hope that you
from far away, would taste my love
but you were exhaling, when you should have inhaled
and I ended up kissing myself… weird.
I play a song that we once shared
in hope that you would bop along with me from afar
but this laptop has limited speaker noise
and the neighbours are snoozing.
I dream a dream that you would too
different priorities, seperate train of thought
I dream of you, while you
worry about your finances… so sad, for one of us.
I hope that you are happy
while you hope that I’m ok
I hope that you are loved
while you hope the weather stays this way.
I play a game with my children
while you play a game with yours
my heart implodes as I reminise
of our final kiss, and in front of me, are the kids.
I stay strong, as Id want you to do the same
I treat others as I would like to be treated
but, the affection is so often never repeated
and text messages deleted.
awaiting your apparent bravery
to say what needs to be said
and the sentences, they whirl
within the walls of my cardboard head.
I told you once, this was not enough
you called my bluff
and I mumbled, and twitched
and junk, and stuff.
the reality of it all, falls into view
yet, all I see, is me and you
curled on the couch, wrapped in desire
by an open fire.
so, once again, I fold and bend
this piece of paper, my only friend
off it goes, to where it is sent
write me you love me in pen.