Chasing shadows on sunny days, that’s me
Trying to ignore your feelings every time you
Count to three; every picture of me you take,
Makes my heart break with how much love it contains

Say something.
I’d love to hear
how your voice might break
the ice, that’s formed between.

Say something.
Say it out loud.
Let it quiet the war
raging beneath my doubt.

Say something.
Say you carry my scent home,
etched into your skin,
weathering the rain and storm.

Say something.
Say you see the hurt—
that this wandering heart of mine
is heavier than any witch-cast curse.

Say something.
Say nothing will change,
and I can follow you blindly
to where love is a leap of faith.

Say something.
Say this is enough for you.
That my pure-hearted longing
was only borrowed, not owed.

Say something.
Say that when the years have passed,
you’ll be no more than a forgotten weight,
and I won’t ache for you again.

I fall in love, like it’s a dare.
No helmet, no warning,
like being in the middle of nowhere,
when it starts pouring.

My hollow heart, unprotected,
waits to be washed away
with echoes of the silence,
that grow too heavy, until they strain.

The flood begins within,
soaking through skin, through veins,
tainted by you, to my core,
with a weight I was never built to bear.
The water rises, inch by inch,
but I don’t gasp.
I’m prepared.

I drown quietly, without struggle,
as if this ache has earned its place.
The tide carves out my ruins,
leaving nothing, but empty space.

And maybe that’s the mercy —
not the saving, but the cease.
When the water stills inside me,
there’s a moment of release.

The melody can be heard again.
I know the notes by heart.
I try to rip them from memory —
but I can’t.
The rhythm’s different,
but the tune’s the same.
As a possessed demon
it chases me underground,
And yet I sing.
Sing along to it
The entire time.

These days, my soul feels heavy,
bursting with a secret still untold.
bearing it, it scorches steady,
but you broke our dream I’d hold.

Your cruelty lived in me raging,
I long craved what you’d denied.
It took an age to stop the blaming –
I, too, had darkness inside.

And yet, to this day, I’d circle back,
turn the bitter wheel of time.
re-play our teenage soundtrack
with a sip or two of wine.

Knowing everything, I’d hit re-wind,
see where our road leads to,
appreciate you, with a mature mind,
and undo all of your wounds.

Maybe we’d stay ‘in the zone’,
maybe we’d claim the world.
wander every corner of our home,
or England’s cold and grim shores.

We wouldn’t be so far away.
Pretending, frigid strangers,
I’d know all of life’s mistakes,
all your whispered prayers.

Defiant thing, the past.
It offers less, than what it stole,
My heart still pulls toward
A time when yours was whole.

I’d know you’re not tormented by
neither the past, nor the present,
I’d know you healed with time,
and wish our sorrow never happened.

But if one day, you still look back,
Know, my heart is pure.
As you turn back, breathe for me,
then don’t look back at all.

I can't seem to wash you off my skin.
Yours accidentally touched mine.
As shadows fall onto the eclipse,
my heart turns into a landmine.

Exhausted it lays, beating faster,
whenever you're on my mind.
Breaths, drawn in sharper,
I can't seem to shut you out.

It's ridiculous, I say to myself,
the power you have on me.
Thoughts of you send splinters
throughout every inch of my body.

Your presence itself feels like a sin.
you're all I think about.
My wishes, never leaving my lips,
could cause the stars to burn out.

It all weighs heavy on my chest,
like ruins no one came to save.
So I leave it there—forgotten, rotting—
just wishful thinking
digging its own grave.

I've put you out of my mind.
Pages, chapters were turned
We've carried on with new lives.
But seeing you stirred
Something in me I can't quite comprehend.

We were so good for a while.
Overwhelming and grossly fun
I remember the shivers that ran down my spine
Whilst you opened up my heart.
Why you stopped, I'll never understand.

You were taken aback by the chemistry,
The almost could have beens,
You called me the Enigma, full of mystery
A work of wonder left feeling cheap.
Words off your mouth like ambrosia I drank.

And now I'm having dreams about you
When I've filed you away.
I would have been yours, if you'd asked me to.
I'm sorry you realised too late
That you ****** it up right at the start.

Unfortunately I did it again,
I fell for the daydream,
I idolised men.
Now predictably I’m in way over my head,
Your presence I’m used to,
Your breathing in bed.
You’re part of the furniture now,
We can’t stay away,
Your love is a grass stain,
I can’t wash away.