Itch

You know I’m well acquainted with your smile,

Having known you a long while,

So, no matter how sweet you wear it,

I can tell when your pretty face lies.

 

When your “See you in the morning, sleep well, sleep tight,”

Really means, “Goodnight forever, good riddance, goodbye”.

 

If I feel an itch I’ll scratch it, every time,

I’ve scratched this one down to the bone.

 

Yes, and I’m well acquainted with my flaws,

I went through living hell to be collapsing at your door,

I owe you my apologies for the fallout, I know,

All I ever gave was honesty.

 

Yes, and I’m aware of how that might read,

When you’re looking in from outside of the book,

When the story isn’t the fairy-tale it seems,

Well, the story wasn’t a fairy-tale to me.

 

If I feel an itch I’ll scratch it, every time,

I’ve scratched this one down to the bone.

 

Dreaming

The dust and detritus of daily life,

Burrows deep into the crevices and cracks of pavements,

We once walked as children,

Dragged at the hand by exhausted mothers,

Smiling at strangers with childish curiosity,

Pointing at random objects of interest asking, “what’s that Mommy, and why?”

Always why-

 

Daydreaming about everything but the harsh reality,

Of our future adult lives,

That we could barely grasp the concept of by observation,

From the comfort zone of parental love,

The safety of not having an inkling about it,

With a vulnerability enough to crave it, pretend,

We dressed up in mother’s high heels,

Put on her makeup,

Played dress up like we were already there.

 

Whilst here, now,

-If only,

I wish it was still a game to us now.

 

These streets are now walked with eyes cast down,

Into mobile screens,

We block out city noise,

Wearing headphones leaving a tinny hiss behind us,

We collide, and brush shoulders,

Strangers all,

We rarely meet eye to eye,

Rarely meet at all.

Till we’re home and dry,

Behind the walls, we build around us,

That seem higher and higher,

Every day,

Watching the door to the outside world,

Slip further and further away,

From our grasp.

 

Like the childhood innocence,

We barely recall,

Though it seems it slipped from us,

Only yesterday,

When we slipped off our heels,

Washed off our makeup,

Staring into the distant silence of our mirror world,

Wishing for dreams to come true.

 

We never had a clue what the game was,

We were playing.