Hayley Cafarella

It’s like a constant waiting game
With each and every day the same

There is no use denying
Bad happens to good people too
There is no use in crying
That bad shouldn’t happen to you

The morning comes and you open your eyes, the light filters softly in around the curtains. You slowly stretch out your body over an excess of pillows and your nerves fire…

It’s the way you look at me
And actually listen

The warm wind blows
As though it knows
The way I long for
Rain

It’s these things
We feel
That make us
Real
So don’t
be afraid
To let me know

She nestled amongst them
And like a dove
She bred acceptance
For attainable love

A glistening wave
Of mandarins
Break early
To save
Their fragile skins

Maybe by breaking the keepers
Time would be beaten

Teardrops may teeter
But misfortune showers
Oblivious to
My wishful powers

It’s more than just this much
That words can get across
It’s everything I’ve lost
Or dreamed I could have got

I feel so young sometimes
Wandering through imagination
Waiting to grow up

You moved
And it was warm
Where you were

These brains
These complex brains
So much bigger than we need

Pain seeps listlessly
From my limbs
And puddles
On the floor
Where I soak in it

They never saw it coming, the happy people at the fair

It will never be
Your face

What was that?
That curdled sound
That dribbled out
Of my lungs

It was the only way
To make you see
To make you feel

Wasn’t that your eye,
that green?