To be lost in a forest

I've been writhing in my bed
My fingers to the wall

I could destroy and rebuild
Fix and break you
With a single swift motion

I want to run at you
To write on your skin
To contain my words

Your shortcomings are bliss.

The sheets aren't skin.

I miss your voice
I miss how your skin feels like skin
I miss your smell
And I miss how every breath is nostalgia

I miss how underneath your everything
Is something radiating
It's like a tiny flame under grease proof paper
You lost your innocence to a mess of adolescence

I miss the bus stop
I miss the cliché
I miss how it feels to walk down streets in the morning
You at my side.
Breakfast is in the afternoon.

I miss the way our legs used to lock
In a bed singing "drink up baby"
The way you look when you have tears on your skin

I won't be a boy who will wait
I won't be a boy who wants
I won't be a boy whose skin
Is thinking of Karen

We deserve better
I don't want you
But denial knows me all too well

Sometimes when our cheeks almost touch
When we smoke in an insignificant part of Dublin city
The possibility of leaving it all behind
Of never growing up
Is in the sounds we make.

Your frame is in time to my favourite song

That makes my skin sick.

I can write things. But not like this.

Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well I lost track when those words were said,
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
And soon we woke and I walked you home
It was pretty clear that it was hardly love.

We'll be in trouble

My friends gave you compliments
So did I until
I realised that should be my hand in yours
Fingerless gloves on blue fingers
Hats keeping our thoughts private
My scarf keeping your soul a secret in your throat

"Don't ever need me"
"I think it's too late"
"We don't work"

We aren't real people
We could be scared
Scared and young and inexperienced
Or we've figured it all out

That old building can fit in my pocket

I stood straight, it looked like New York
In a film still formed in the eye of a child
I stood straight, with the heat in my hands
Wearing white on my shoulders and thread on my fingers
I stood straight, not listening as the boy I once was
The city shouting whispers at me
I stood straight, my collar turned up and facing the cold
I chose not to be much of anything once
I stood straight, as I got lost wading my feet through the grey
I think I'll leave soon, but first I have to stay.

Disappear, for a minute

It started to snow today
Invisible before the street lights
Landing on my tongue
Feeling like a pathetic little kiss

It made the feeling
That my ribcage were teeth
Closing in around my heart
Disappear

Unfinished

I'm up
The goosebumps stretch from limb to limb
The snare goes to cymbal
Becomes a symbol then a hymn
Of breaking thin things

Sing south

There's no doubt
That I stole you and me
And our words from the sea