Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

 "I actually saw you on TV at the football match in London. I could recognise you in an instant. " He smiles, his eyes gleaming up at the mention of football. His teeth seem perfectly okay, unlike the rather unflattering stereotype surrounding British men. But I'm not looking at his teeth this time. It's his eyes, a perfect blue, the sorts you only see in a swimming pool, never the ocean. I secretly envy him. Here I am, stuck with the most boring pair of dark brown eyes. His hair is the colour of my eyes, a dusty dull mud melange of summer rain.  "I told you I would be going for the match. Were you looking out for me? " I don't admit to him that I hate football. My ex was a Man U fan, yelling profanities in bars, walking up chest to chest towards Arsenal fans in hordes, asking them to meet him outside, man to man. Just toxic masculinity. I never understood the big deal about any sport, unless it was gymnastics or figure skating or diving, the kind that r

  I want to see you again,  The way a branch  Anticipates the wind.  Furiously holding on,  First to be rattled  By the one it mistrusts,  Relentless battling With arms and thorns,  Words and complaints.  How dare you break me each time?  Wanting you, but not bending,  While you persistently,  Keep pushing to make me believe,  I am not your enemy,  I am not the one you must fight.  Tears, old bark, salty leaves,  Struggling to deny their realness.  Giving up the unworthy fight,  Thrashing stones, walls,  Breaking dust, water,  Till all of the desire subsides.  Resisting again,  Submitting again.  Odd hours of working days,  Midnight callings, restless daze,  In cold cloud and harsh sun.  Till there's nothing Left to reject, dispel,  Accept, regret, admit.  Silently swaying tender arms,  A gentle song of tired bodies Under a peaceful moon,  Leaves falling on bosoms,  Like lost kisses on sleepy faces.  I want to see you, again.  I want you, to see me too.  Eyes within eyes,  Over a d

  Do you think I'd give up That this might've shook the love from me Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily? Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm, since I was born How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'll tell them put me back in it Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah I would still be surprised I could find you, darling In any life If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah For all that was said Of where we'd end up at the end of it When the heart would cease Ours never knew peace What good would it be on the far side of things? It was too soon When that part of you was ripped away A grip taking hold Like a cancer that grows Each piece of your body that it takes Though I know my heart would break I'll tell them put me back in it Darling, I wo

I've been busy, Pouring myself Into cups of words,  Hidden identities On social media,  Where no one knows,  Who I am or what I look like.  Tumblers of songs,  Carved out of forgotten  Days and eyes where I once drowned.  Bright screens of laptops,  Vast vessels of a tale untold,  To be bound into a book,  For thirsty souls like me,  Who should never feel alone.  I have emptied myself Of your dreams, your fears.  Once, I always knew  What you were thinking,  But now I don't find you near.  I have poured myself into you,  Till there was nothing left of me.  I drank from your silences,  Till I was filled to be free.  I chatted with a stranger today,  Telling him if my life was a movie,  It would always have a background score.  I didn't tell anyone about you,  The one who stole my words away.  Besides, I don't think they should know.  I have poured myself,  Into years of wanting you.  If I have no words left anymore,  For you or the parched world,  Would you still find me

Reveal Won't you let me be,  Who I want to be?  Won't you find my face,  Remember it with grace. Won't you see my pain?  Covered in a place,  Where no one can ever see Who's hidden inside of me.  Won't you come to me,  As if I were your own?  Not torn by words unsaid,  Swallowed in defence.  I am the eyes exposed,  In the mirror that you chose.  Laughing at yourself,  For finding someone else.  The moon is high tonight,  It's time to start a fight,  Follow your own dreams,  Dont you worry about me.  Won't you find my face,  Remember it with love. Won't you look behind,  To see me stand in line?  As the past turns on ahead,  And the future's still unseen.  Won't you search for me?  Just like I did before.  Covered in a place,  Where no one can ever see,  Hidden inside of you,  The one you can't reveal.  ( First came the tune and then the words. Hopefully this will be the first song I sing that's written by me) 

  I.  He finds himself locked out,  The key is in his pocket,  But he doesn't want to go home.  Going there means remembering All the old moth wings turned to powder,  He's not ready to forgive anyone yet.  He stands sulking in a corner of the street,  Sometimes at work till it's late enough,  For everyone to sleep soundly.  So that when he returns, he's still alone.  II.  His mouth is closed shut,  Lips stitched by the evil Queen,  Who warns him not to tell anyone,  Of how she whips him with words,  Pushes him down the swing of worthlessness,  If he speaks a word, he will be an orphan.  He is frozen like a broken sculpture,  That no one can bear to look at.  His eyes still reveal everything,  But his hands tied with burning rope,  Tear into his flesh without a sound.  There's nothing but despair for him,  Forgotten like a stone buried underground.  III.  Upside down for years on a tree,  He looks up to see there's still a sky.  At night, a star descends like Go