I find myself writing these poems,
Filled with words I could never say...
Heart
broken...
Today I realised something
That I didn’t really think...
I'm in between the festive year of new
and tied by thought within the others past...
Did my kisses
stir a flame in your...
At times I feel you are here, as I write
like you are breathing from the page...
I wish you would have told me first loves aren’t...
And that one day my heart would break...
I used to have choices
But not anymore...
I remember the way we were,
The ups and downs we shared together...
I saw my love standing there on the edge of cliffs...
She turned to look at me and asked, "Desmond, are...
I don’t recognise what I have become,
Sitting here feeling angry and numb...
The lines of our love are crooked —
ever spiraling...