you stole my brittle and battered up heart
said that i needed saving
then played the part of a hero
just to save face
but i was fine, i swear i was before you came along
and even if i was drowning
then those were familiar waters
i’d swam among sharks and riptides
for way too long
to know how to get around
i could hold my breath

those hands that held me
under the moonlight
and dried tears from my crying eyes
have now wrung me out to dry
and threw me away in the cold
maybe Death’s hug
would be warmer than this

I’ve let this run around in my head
for too long
and now it’s time to bury it
but the tombstone’s too heavy
and if i had your strength
when you were tearing me apart
then it would’ve been gone by now


and the last look i took at your face
would be my one way ticket
to ‘The Loved and Lost Club’

* * *

i sit at the pond
and stare at my reflection
a perfect illusion stares back
and then i look up
and see your face
suddenly i’m an architect
in my mind’s eye
building you up; a character
from the blueprints of your face
and your smile
castles in the air
idealization is one hell of a drug
the storyline’s a bit too perfect,
you fit the role a little too right
you followed the script,
but we all know how this film ends.

you wither away in my mind;
the pond water is unsettled
we fade back into reality
you’re sitting in front of me
a starry eyed lover
but you’re not the one i wanted
and you’re not what i conjured up
in my head
from the excitement of fantasy…
…to the letdown of reality
albeit being self-inflicted

so i leave you at the pond
and retreat to the safe haven of reverie
the cycle will repeat itself.

the hopeless romantic
is a tragic character.