DifferentLikeYou

You sit alone In a room that I know well And I'm breathing in your smell, My dear. I'm clutching the phone And just missing your skin Oh sweetheart, where do I begin When you're not here? I fall into you And my skies turn blue From your sun. My puzzle-piece match, My perfect catch You're the one. I sit alone In a room that should hold you And my heart beats a tattoo At your voice. You hold my heart And despite these distance blues Every single day I choose And you're my choice. If you'll be my voice Then I'll be your song Yes I'll be your song, Won't you sing along?

Cold, brittle words Snap beneath my fingertips In fur-coat guises Parading as cheer. I try out my ice cube impersonation When I freeze your teeth and pin down your running tongue But I drip off the edge every time you come knocking With pain in your fists And a shine on your eyes. This is inpropriety. This is war. Star-crossed in the truest sense of cliche With a hurried bundle of words and Heartstrings I can't untangle But know that this is wrong. You infuriate the silence On the wrong side of my door. You are an Inside out skeleton in the padlocks And you shouldn't be here Shouldn't be here Should NOT Be here, On

Sing me to sleep In a nest of rust-bitten leaves. I guess this is why they call it falling Asleep. My memory replays my favourite song As it was in your voice: Play, rinse, repeat Skip a beat And even in dreams I can't Arrange a rendezvous Where our eyes might meet For that, I need a beach. The song: long gone But the waves keep beat And the lonely stones keep time With nobody to skip them. The intro kicks in When you scrunch your eyes Along my laughter lines And "...all you've ever wanted" Is the moment defined in Your very own tones But in my mind. Respect minus three years, And you don't look down. When we exchang

Every terrified breath Catches pathetically in my throat Fear takes vicious hold of my neck And squeezes out the air Choking me I look up and trace The contours of your face With anxious eyes While your icy blue gaze Slices into the floor My cold, clumsy hand Fumbles desperately for yours And it's only when You lace tender fingers through mine That I can breathe again

You told me my eyes were like diamonds, And not a moment too soon. You never knew Her, She left before you appeared Though sometimes you catch Her reflection in my eyes When I'm lost, before you reel me back in to bury my frustration at The inadequacies of the world In your chest. The once-angry scarlet stripes that She left behind Are now tidy little white lines on A measuring tape that runs the length of my arms And thighs. They're marking off how much I've grown. Sometimes you kiss the insides of my wrists, not realising The significance of this. I love your sweet ignorance, And the way your eyes skip over the flaws Tha

Dear Elliot, It's 2am and I've been trying to sleep but my brain just won't shut down. I really wish you were here right now. I mean, I know you said that I could write to you any time but it's really not the same as talking face to face, is it? It feels like you're such a long way away right now, and when I got home from my school prom tonight I really needed you. I've never been able to talk to any of the others like you. I mean, I know Jay's my brother too but he's not like you. I can't talk to him really. And Maisey's one of  my favourite people in the world but she's too young to understand or to help carry my burdens. As for Mum and Da

Drizzle and ducks and Doctor Who Bars and bridges and benches in parks Lamplight and laughter and lemonade Sunshine and secrets and streets in the dark Rivers and rain and rambling on Smiles and similes and snowflakes in hair Trains and travel and TV shows Christmas and closeness and comforting care Fears and fireworks and friendships compared Justice and jobs and jealously suppressed Hair flicks and holidays and healing wounds Eyes and endings and earnest requests Stress and Star Wars and satyrical humour Playfulness and promises and pride fully earned Whispers and wanting and bright woollen gloves Affection and allowance and

"In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes" But your Shakespearean connects our fiction. Your eloquence grabs my midnight in a chokehold And I return the favour with proud twists on language But none of these wordplays Do justice to an imitation of veins you tangle When you jangle my nerves When "YOU'RE ADORABLE" Wins your expression And invades your cool blues But stops short of your Tip of the tongue, The teeth and The lips In true dramatic fashion, You mark the moment In sweet separation.

Eight years later, I could still draw an accurate map of your spine Blindfolded. A mountain range My fingeres trekked across A thousand times In a matrix of spirits And fishnet tights. I broke my rule For you. You broke my heart For me.

Surfaces crackling Moth to a flame, My fingertips are smoking I wish you'd stayed away Moth to a flame, I wish you'd stayed away