“You have never
Had to steal my breath
Or take it away,
You have always
Managed to convince me
To hand it over
What kind of monster
Is my love for you
That I only feel alive
When its teeth
What kind of torment
Are those moments
When your nails
Into my curves
And the sting
With a kiss.
“She could not make sense
Of the things that were meant for her,
But she was drawn to it all.
And when she was alone,
She felt like the moon:
Terrified of the sky,
But completely in love with
The way it held the stars.”
As the halo of the moon
Dips to kiss the fevered trees
Night’s creatures stir and croon
My wayward tears are caught on knees
Knees planted firmly in red southern clay
Yet a mind Spinning and wild with stars
And there’s nothing they can say
To force rogue soul behind gold bars
I dreamt the halo kissed you too
And left a mark upon your brow
Each day to be renewed
An immortal strumming vow
I will wait for you beneath the halo
I’ll walk dark paths to find my peace
Softly, cradled by the weeping willow
Rest to be had, yet no release
You have my heart
Never should you question this
We knew, you and I, from the start
The moon chose us, blessed and kissed.
One night, as I slept, I began to dream
That I was Alice in a field of green
And there you were, running by
With your pocket watch, jacket, and tie
I waved to you, “hey, wait for me!”
You rushed on, Can’t wait, I’m late! I can’t miss tea!”
“But I’d like to come along,” I said to you
“Then hurry! Don’t lapse! You’ll be left behind if you do.”
So I followed behind you as fast as I could
Until we reached a thorny black wood.
You gave it no thought as you raced on by
But the thorns tore my clothes and dug in my thigh.
“Hey! Wait for me, I’ve been caught!”
“I have no time to wait! You’ll have to keep up, like it or not!”
I couldn’t catch up so you ran on ahead.
I had nowhere to rest so the thorns were my bed.
Slowly, I freed myself and mended my wound,
And then you came back saying, “time to go, very soon.”
“You must keep up this time.” You began to scold.
“I will try,” I said. “Can you give me something to hold?”
You gave me the tail of your jacket to grasp
As faster and faster the world flew past.
I held on with all my might
Dragging the ground, Eyes closed tight
I slammed into trees
And skinned both my knees
“Can you slow down? I’m losing my hold.”
“I can’t stop here! I’m late and it’s cold!”
Unable to grip, I finally let go
A small, sad figure, lying in the snow.
Then opened my eyes and saw you there
My gaze meeting your resentful stare.
“You should have kept up! Why’d you let go?”
“Now look at you, lazing in snow!”
All I could say to meet your demand
“perhaps, if you’d paused to give me your hand?”
a couple of metaphors dripping from a broken soul | cocooned by solitude | afraid to love | lover of afrika | daughter of pain | wanderer | seeker | attracted to flowers🌼 | a hippie living in the wrong generation | nehanda's baby girl | occasionally sane | decolonised bohemian | recovering hopeless-romantic | in love with love | i have a medical condition, it's called hurt-phobia | somedays i love with my eyes, my heart is lazy | i prefer something else but they call me liz |