Two Hours

To be frank, I can’t hear
the world crashing around my ears.
It’s something crazy, deconstructed.
Somehow I imagined it different,
limbs still intact perhaps.
And you said nothing.
Bombs away.

Meaning

I need to find something, maybe meaning.
The lump in my throat
was speaking leagues again.
I swallowed hard enough for both of us.
Relating all too well to rain,
she washed away.
No words remained.

I wanted her to be my meaning.

White

Fake love.
She gave me her
yes’s and lies. Left me feeling
compromised. Maybe I love her.
I could see it. I always give in anyway.
I’m wearing what little faith I have left
on my sleeve.
Scream A’s and B’s to the clouds
but stop at I’s, can’t bear it.

Ocean Eyes

My butterflies are getting out.
under your eyelids
it’s not me hogging hands,
ocean eyes.
I’m counting back a different clock’s hands
to fix all the time I thought otherwise.
The floor turned mirror
but I can’t see what you mean,
tapt på havet.
Words intrigue me and
I wish you liked to share.
Du og meg.
Maybe someday lille venn.

LoveStrukk

Butterfly babies crack cocoons and take flight at her sight.
My stomach only churns for blue eyes and she knows all too well.
This is the best nervous I’ve ever known and she’s still only air.
I wish you were more than just words.

Wake Up!

I can’t stop dreaming.
I wish I could wake to see your face just the same
but there’s a certain gap about this romance
that I can’t seem to close with open eyes.
I wake to ghosts and empty hope.

PunchDrunkLove

Truly my first, you flee in good time.
I’ve got a big heart ripe for breaking,
so saddle up baby.
Lately I think I’ve lost you
memories speak clean, sincere.
Plotlines dull now
you are the gravity coursing through my veins.
Rested shoulders tested when gazes change directions.
For those who didn’t understand my lack of vocabulary
(cause and affection)
you deserve a person like me.
I know I could love you given the time and
piece of my own mind you already occupy;
ignore the way I look at you.
Spelling errors aside,
I realize now all the bridges she was craving were only to burn.
I’m waiting for you whoever you are.

Tiny Spark

Crisp, pristine gum lines
contour thoughts best kept behind
my complacent blue eyes,
secretly smirking.
I’m the symmetry of her
perfectly pearly off-whites.
She smiles too much.
And I can’t speak,
uncomfortably happy,
my murky mouth is
calling her name.
Oh, the words I would say.
Spewing seemingly meaninglessness,
she melts it all.

I am.

You say, so desperately I listen.
Caught on every thought,
I paraphrase loose intent;
surrendering meaning to you.
Our conversations always fall flat
just short of sense.
Am I just another word?

Telly

Clumsy lips, letting just
any old thought out.
I'm spilling my guts
to the receiver of this phone.
Hello, hello?
Unphased by unsatisfactory advise,
I can't stop now, won't stop.

Untitled

Pearly white sharks
find my lips; left trembling,
awaiting another attack.
Mouth turned gaping,
my thoughts make tracks.
Tightly tying tongues,
you flash me smiles lacking intent.
All the while
your wandering eyes find my
empty head appealing.
Ripe to fill, with you.

Artist

Her lips looked, kissed.
Scrounging up leftover tears,
she put on a show for me.
Lackadaisical half truths
split her tongue
with each syllable.
I tallied the times
she blinked, thinking
I wouldn't notice.
She knows all the right lines.
So for now, words form
fumbling out transparent lips.
I'm fine.