up all night
Bluelight Crew
It’s hard to start a poem that’s about
Memories
Because you never remember where they started.
Still, steamy and surrounded by tiles
The mirror holds the past
If only it would share its secrets.
Back against the wall I stare
At the girl reflected before me.
Deep into eyes I can not read
Even though I know where they’ve been.
Engulfed by ghosts
I see myself on the floor
Whimpering and frightened as you stroke my hair
Getting me through the games my mind was playing.
A complicated confusion created by my need to
Escape.
Shadows of you and me play on the walls.
Those showers that stole our doubts and replaced them with
Desire
Your touch hotter then the scalding water.
Then you in the bath
For god knows how long
More dead then alive
My desperate realisation that I can’t live
Without you.
Deep inside the past I see images, more pictures.
Ruffled hair and sleepy eyes crown the brushing of your teeth
So homely and inviting and solid.
The nights when eyeliner and mascara just wouldn’t stay in place
Due to the treacherous nature of falling tears.
Nights I scrubbed so hard to erase the truth.
These walls have seen our best and worst.
It’s so funny to find emotion
In a room made for cleaning.
But I am the girl in the bathroom
Enlightened by fluorescence
Hiding from the dirt
Watching my reflection
And then trying to understand
Why I’m still crying.
[ 18 February 2002: Message edited by: up all night ]
Memories
Because you never remember where they started.
Still, steamy and surrounded by tiles
The mirror holds the past
If only it would share its secrets.
Back against the wall I stare
At the girl reflected before me.
Deep into eyes I can not read
Even though I know where they’ve been.
Engulfed by ghosts
I see myself on the floor
Whimpering and frightened as you stroke my hair
Getting me through the games my mind was playing.
A complicated confusion created by my need to
Escape.
Shadows of you and me play on the walls.
Those showers that stole our doubts and replaced them with
Desire
Your touch hotter then the scalding water.
Then you in the bath
For god knows how long
More dead then alive
My desperate realisation that I can’t live
Without you.
Deep inside the past I see images, more pictures.
Ruffled hair and sleepy eyes crown the brushing of your teeth
So homely and inviting and solid.
The nights when eyeliner and mascara just wouldn’t stay in place
Due to the treacherous nature of falling tears.
Nights I scrubbed so hard to erase the truth.
These walls have seen our best and worst.
It’s so funny to find emotion
In a room made for cleaning.
But I am the girl in the bathroom
Enlightened by fluorescence
Hiding from the dirt
Watching my reflection
And then trying to understand
Why I’m still crying.
[ 18 February 2002: Message edited by: up all night ]
