nothing ever changes.

i could sing of the days we spent in the ocean,
tell you about the nights
that i lived in the sea,
but that was so long ago,
it would change nothing now.

you will not listen to the change
you need to be,
if i make my life alone,
would you ever feel lonely?

do you know how to say you're sorry,
change your future,
change your life.

i know i'm on my own,
but i know i can treat me
better than you.

ramble ramble.

and then-
i woke up.

i found it was not the world i thought i'd made,
the people were not the same people.
nothing was the same.

somedays my dreams were too heavy
to hold, and i set them free.
now i see, a mistake.
my dreams are not for the world,
for the world fears what it does not know.

the world does not know me.

when i woke,
i saw everything as you do,
full of chaos,
lonely.
nobody knew.

and so, freshly woken,
i sent you out,
to let them know,
but i forget sometimes,
the people don't listen as well as i do.

so, they still don't know.

through with you.

these clouds are new-
darkly.
they roll in, reminding you of something you forgot.
dangerous, a past life.

those times you forgot,
you left your heart alone
and it beat so fast
faster than the clouds,
not that you would worry,
it wouldn't worry you.

a life alone is all you ever wanted
but i needed more.
you thought you weren't enough,
maybe your mother was right,
you were never enough
for anyone.

ride home on the winds,
sick clouds.
alone,
you will find yourself.

this ain't the half of it.

you are living someone else's life.

dreams lie.

i used to dream of past lives
past loves
you were one of them,
but since i caught my heart
it turned into fire-
and it burned you.

it was never enough,
i was never enough,
so you threw away
my heart,
alongside your own.

now the stars
whisper your
stories in my ears,
but they don't
believe them themselves.

try and stop me.

i get the feeling you've said this before,
i don't know who i am
and i've lost where i was trying to go,
you spent days trying to
write my eulogy,
but i'm not even dead yet.

who are you trying to kill?
this myth believes
i will come back,
it won't matter what you do to me.

you tried to fix my eyes,
but it's you who is broken
you can't see past your nose,
and the rest is blurred.

when it happened before,
i almost didn't believe you,
almost didn't see.

this time i can watch myself,
watch out for myself,
nothing you can do,
has never been done.

just don't follow me.

far from it.

in another world,
a different life, one that happened in the past, i hope,
you might have been a better person.
your lover might have loved you,
maybe even liked you for who you are.

i can live without you these days,
to be honest.
i might have made a promise,
but you did too.

beats me what you think you might be up to,
good for you it's not up to me,
i suppose.

when i was young, i thought things would be
different. i believed in something else,
if you asked me what it was,
i wouldn't remember.

i just know i haven't seen it since.

what.ever.

a fridge magnet poem.



there,
drunk your envy?

after a lover,
full of who you are.
seemly, did he forswear you,
lady-like,

from his art.
there-the curse.

with what wicked night
has it,
know they mercy?