Laying backwards off your bed, 

Street lamps steaming through the blind ahead,

You hurt me with one sentence 

That I wish you'd never said.

you hurt me with one single breath

You could of kept to yourself.


As i grow old

my skin loosens on my bone. 

And I am somehow more alive,and at home.

I realise the beauty 

of an unspoken word. 

And all these ancient feelings i've heard

My heart feeding my brain,

Open mouthed, and unfurled

They have still been real,

even when they stayed within me.







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