Friendship – buildpoetry

Lying

July 18, 2021July 17, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

The image shows a black background with a pair of green hands and neon yellow nails with one hand is holding onto the back of the other.

I hate lying

But I hate it even more

When you give me no choice

But to lie.

I’m lying to keep your truth

Whilst denying my own truth.

Dim

July 16, 2021June 22, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

The image shows a black background with a pair of pink hands and multicoloured nails of green, blue and yellow. The hands are held out with fingers in clawing motion as if in pain.

I let you dim my light,

So why are you still not satisfied?

You can’t live without comparing

The different hands that were dealt in life.

And let it hang over you, like a knife.

Why overly attach to materials in life

When you can’t carry it to the afterlife?

So don’t project your fears onto me

Or there will be strife.

Don’t

June 28, 2021June 27, 2021 buildpoetry1 Comment

There is a black background with a blue hand held up with the index finger pointing as it to disapprove. Their nails are painted neon pink.

I once waited for an apology

But now I don’t need your sorry.

I can’t even return to the naive me

To pretend to believe your sob story.

Why don’t you save your acting,

For someone who still worries?

Friend

May 14, 2021May 7, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

Two blue hands pink promising each other, with their nails painted neon pink.

I can’t wait to see you, my friend

Because I know we will laugh ourselves into tears,

Or suddenly talk about our fears.

I didn’t think I would find a soul so familiar,

Or someone so similar.

I’m so thankful for you,

And I can’t wait to see you again.

Trust

May 10, 2021May 9, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A pair of yellow hands with fingers covering the spaces between each finger, connecting like puzzle pieces. Their nails are painted neon pink.

I used to think that trust

Was a word that only those who have never broken,

Could easily say.

For they have never had to pay the price for it,

In that kind of way.

Past

May 8, 2021April 20, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A pair of pink hands held up as if to cover the face whilst crying, their nails are painted neon yellow.

I’ve never been good at remembering the past.

I mean, why would I remember the things that didn’t last?

And I’ve tormented and been tormented,

Been played and have played,

Just for you to say words that cut me like a blade.

But for all that I have lost,

I somehow have also gained.

The lessons that I have learnt,

Were all learnt through pain.

Choice

April 20, 2021April 15, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A yellow pair of hands leaning with fingers interlocked between one another. Their nails are painted neon green.

I once thought it was kindness,

Not too choose –

Or not to speak.

But perhaps it was the cruellest thing,

I could have ever done.

Because not choosing,

Was a choice in itself.

Shedding

April 8, 2021 buildpoetry3 Comments

I’m no different on the inside.

I’ve just been shedding my outer skin,

And the hypocrisy and contradictory

Love, that used to lie within.

I love that look on your face,

Because you can’t stand that I now have boundaries in place.

And so you can’t push me around,

As you used to so easily now.

How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine now?

Paper cranes

March 24, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A pair of pink hands is holding onto the wings of a folded, white paper crane. Their nails are painted neon green, blue and yellow.

I once tried to fold 1000 paper cranes for you

But the cranes remained,

As you eventually left.

So when I found the cranes

Almost a decade later,

I bursted into tears

And wondered if somewhere –

Somewhere beyond us all,

You will suddenly remember me now and again too,

Just like so?

To that morning

March 23, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

Pink hands are wrapped around the body of the green cup, which is filled with blue liquid. Their nails are painted neon yellow.

I can’t turn back time to that morning,

As I looked down into my cup.

I can’t turn back to that moment

As I watched your leaving back

And how I wanted to call you back.

But if I had the chance,

I would have done the same

Because such is the fate,

When gone was the flame.