You.
When you finally realise
that all your precious rhymes
were wasted
on flitting butterflies
you'll walk away embittered,
lonely, and out of time
with nothing but fading memories
like a phantom limb
of the heat that comes
from that someone else's hand
in yours.

Replaced Monotony.
With you I was invisible
and through it all I must've misplaced my pride
because I believed my body was a temple
but you were irreverent
and being held once in a while
   was supposed to be enough
but no one should have to settle
for being someone else's
once in a while.

The Matrix Of Goodbye.
I shadow boxed my demons
  busted knuckles and bloodied grin
and these hands I cried rivers into
  have all but dried,
I argued every point
  till I was empty inside
a shadow within myself
  but I won't fight a losing battle
just to prove that love does exist
  I learnt to live
and she was the girl
  who learnt to leave.

Heart Broke.
When you left
you stole the silence
from my bed
and vulnerable petals
fell like penance
from my eyes
as crashing waves
tossed my broken heart
upon an ocean
filled with bitter tears.

The Blessed Hours.
I collected every sigh
you breathed
while you lay asleep
in my arms

and with each one
I blessed the shadows
and offered a sacrement
to the God
that kept us entwined
in these sheets.

Hours. 
On nights where a chill
floats on the breeze,
again in my sleep
you come to me,
I remember you
the gap in your teeth
and your crooked smile,
but like a faded memory
you haunt my dreams
staining the quiet we shared
our sips of innocence
and faltering hands.

Turpentine. 
I bared for you my all
and you took me to the oceans edge
washed me clean of my sins
you scrubbed the scars, dug out the hurt
till I was raw
and then you set me free, again
but were I to do anything else but return
chained
and bound to you.

Leftover Love.
You're off again
collecting leftover love
stuff people don't want

or have grown weary of
store it safe
in a ballad of stars

something to hold on to
those cold
lonely nights.

Dreaming Fields.
Find me
in a place not too far away
where dreams float
and the stars dance in a velvet galaxy
where my wings may unfold
and I will soar
upon a tempest of hope.

With Eyes Closed.
Too much has passed between us
like water under that bridge I burned
maybe you don't care anymore
but would you just kiss me
one more time
with closed eyes
and you can pretend
I am whoever you want.