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moments between.

missing you
in the moments
between;
because for
every spare minute,
why wouldn’t i
spend it with you?

i wish i was yours.

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cut time.

time
relentlessly
cuts me:
stop.
back.
end.

play it
again
or make it
stop.

do it
over
or turn
it back.

keep me up;
up
or make it
end.

i want
for one thing
only:
stop time
for us,
take us back,
or make it
end.


reality.

but when
the one you miss
the most,
is the last
person
you should miss
at all;

it is difficult
not to believe,
that every moment
was intentional
deception;
and a humiliating
farce.

the reality is,
they stopped
needing you,
before you stopped
needing them.


often times.

often times,
he thinks,
she is the one
and only
thing,
that could make
it worthwhile.

other times,
he thinks,
she is a mess
and the only
thing,
that hurts
his chances.

the thing is,
she is getting used
to more days
of missing less,
and finding
she longs for comfort
somewhere else.

and even if
she doesn’t
deserve it,
it means more
to be alone
than in
that lonely cave.


adore.

I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm
I’m just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars
But I had a great night ’cause you kept rubbing against my arm
I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm
Get me a drink I get drunk off one sip
Just so I can adore you
I want the entire street out of town
Just so I can be alone with you
Now go when your ready my heads
Getting heavy pressed against your arm
I adore you
All off my money is spent on these nights just so we can hang out
Spacing in and out of these dresses I wanna be found
By you, found by you
Get me a drink I get drunk off one sip
Just so I can adore you
I want the entire street out of town
Just so I can be alone with you
Now go when your ready my heads
Getting heavy pressed against your arm
I adore you, I adore you
I kick the gutter in tight shorts, basketball courts
Watch me, watch him talk to girls
I’m known as a right hand slugger
Anybody else wanna touch my lover
Get me a drink I get drunk off one sip
Just so I can adore you
I want the entire street out of town
Just so I can be alone with you
Now go when your ready my heads
Getting heavy pressed against your arm
Just to adore you, I adore you

~ amy shark.


2018: 08

does it make me
an arsehole;
for those living terminally?
only i would rather death,
if it was an option.


stagger.

no knife
is sharp enough;
no blade
splits the flesh
with surgeon-like
precion.

puzzles float
through my brain:
shapes and colours
and figures and trees.
to test and trick
and bore you.

the numb monotony
wills me towards you
and i know
my desperation
isn’t fair;
i bore you.

sleep or sprint
are my only functions.
can you still
call it functional
when you stagger through life
at only two speeds?

i search for pain,
even when my eyelids ache
and my skull is shattered
and my stomach is twisted;
i seek it: i am
a willing participant in my own addiction.

would it be release?
or another futile effort?
do i really care,
now i know
i don’t belong
in this world.


leave.

do you know
what it’s like
to be left;
waiting
in the blue.

i hear the words,
i read your stories;
but every time
the same result:
you leave and i wait.

it’s not your fault.

i have felt
the warmth of your love:
immense and like no other.
no one has ever known me
and loved me like you.

i can’t see the page
that ends with you and i.
but i promise to leave
my love at the end
of every road for you.

i wish i could
give you everything
you’ve ever given me.
[i know it’s not enough]
not until time travel allows.

while i wait
for this one to end.
maybe we’ll find our time
in the next life.


clown.

it is the intense loneliness
that follows the act;
no closer to an actress,
to a performer, to a clown;
but an act all the same.

hear me, look at me, love me;
love me the hardest,
love me the longest,
love me the most,
just please don’t leave me.


sunburn.

it happens
when you leave
yourself exposed:
one ray of light
– one image –
and then a harsh awakening
to the facts.

inescapable pain
and wounds
you can’t hide.
there is a shame attached –
you should have known
this would happen.

if only
i had taken
earlier advice;
heeded the warnings
and stayed away
from danger.

it happens
when you leave
yourself exposed:
betrayal and sunburn –
just one in the same,
right?