A Fair

A dream that I despise,
Close to home, I recognise,
Values that changed me,
Their promise to save me.

Safety I find outside of morals,
A risk that cut through like coral
Bleached my standards, set alight,
I'm happy here, sheltered by night.

You have two different names,
Each too different to be the same.
Only I travel between the two,
In day, in night, surrounded by you.

A heart that's racing with imperfection,
With obscene thoughts, a new obesession.
So far gone I do not recognise
That this is what I used to despise.

A Book on a Shelf

You're safe without my arms tonight,
Smiles disappearing the candle light,
Does she treat your soul alright?
Secrets are absorbed into night.
Apologies for the buried souls,
With rotting clothes, decaying holes
Minds once filled with tangible goals,
I'm left fighting to break that mold.

My shoes are coloured charcoal dreams,
Taking me places I had once seen,
Skies of gold, dirt of green,
A distant flame, so obscene.
Forced to the top of a hill, I stay,
Buried myself in blue, as not to decay,
Emerged a wizard with eyes set on prey,
And my apathy drew him far away.

I turned a flower into a memory,
That told me you regret being sorry
When you promised it was just me.
Other lovers hidden in secrecy.
No expectations, I demanded less,
But you insisted I was not like the rest,
Laying with your bed understanding your breaths,
Now I twist these sheets of loneliness.

Valentine

The expected takes form in roses of red,
Shielded, caged by a garden bed.
A thorn you stole, and pricked your head,
Whimpering slowly; "would you prefer me dead?"

Now I'm sleeping in between your walls,
Admiring the off-white paint, how it falls
Between your fingers, they trace lonely halls,
Only the echo remains to answer your calls.

Your mirror finally turned its back on you,
Sick of your vanity, the hate just grew.
Until it did your head in and you finally knew
Those roses, not violets burn that comforting blue.