Day 4 - One Poem a Day

I am so pissed tonight. From the news about ridiculous cancellation of LadyFast and one annoying thing to another, you've got all of my buttons pushed. So I imagine going home to Henry Cavill's Superman (oh, he is so gorgeous I cannot stop talking and thinking about him, help me please) and he comforts me to bed. (yeah, because I can)

This is also how I imagine a serious and long relationship will be tested. A kind of heartbreak and worry if this person's gonna stay or leave. For maximum effect listen to John Mayer - Slow Dancing in a burning room (not reccomended)

#Poem 4 - Kryptonite

Drag me to bed so I can use your chest as my plush

The truth is I have been lying 

Lately I have been sleeping past my bedtime

Hide my iPad, put my phone in silence

Stow them away when I am not looking 

Give me your mellow playlist close to my ears

Once you are sure that I am sleeping sound

Remove the earphones away and stroke my hair

Darling, this has been a bad day and I want you to understand

Some days I am not moving anywhere from our messy bed

Some days I do not feel like putting on anything except my ribbed leggings and old undersized t-shirt

Some mornings are just another unuseful morning I wake up to and losing more tracks of time

I will not feel a thing except the unwinding sadness I coyly question why

One day you will realize that loving me is a real challenge

Learning that you have lost the bravery to love me is one bad misery

And these are the ghosts that keep me awake at night

Behind my closed eyes I can feel your fingers are locking with mine

Your chest moves to your tired breath

My ears are cold metal ends that catch the quiet sound of your heartbeat 

While mine is racing fast

Some nights will be like this

We'll sleep inside a burning room even if it is 6 degrees outside

I will beg you to put me down to bed like a child with a bedtime story

A fantasy where you keep telling me that everything is going to be fine and okay

Some nights I will thank you but deny your kind words

Some nights we are each other kryptonites

Some nights heaven turns to warzone

Some nights we are not gonna say sorry and we'll wake up to a freezing morning

Some day I want you to convince me that we are fighting against the wrong enemy

So fold me in your Superman's arms and use your mighty strength to protect me from these monsters

Who have the brightest smiles and killer instincts underneath their sleeves

I will never be safe not even when I am wearing my own cape

Except on the night like this

When you've got my back close to your chest

My ankle to your toes

The tip of your nose tucked under my nape

Let our hearts race into the same pace