Tag: love letters

Tsundere

Ecch, Blacch, Accck
Just some of the noises the on lookers make
When they see me follow your lead, mere seconds
After an onslaught of demoralisation
My appearance and my character come under fire
But I don’t expect people
Who just lick the sugar of a doughnut
To understand how good the jam inside is
Cos I know like a kitty batting a new toy
Each and every lash from the tongue
Is the only way you can show your affection
Call me delusional, but I know this for sure
Cos just like a yo-yo the further I move away
More you come back to me in spades

I can’t imagine you’d believe a single word of the accounts
From the pages of my personal histroia
You like to make it out as if I’m a lost traveller in desert
Oh I wouldn’t say that I’m not dying of thirst right now
As we lie in on a weeknight, knowing an oasis on sensual liberation
Is just a fingertip away, oh god I’m such a whore right?

And yet your face seems to crash down a few floors
When you spot the tales of the ones preceded you
Hey it’s that girl you always spot around the club
The one you always used to visualize next to the mirror
Yeah, you better believe we did
Then suddenly your grip on my arm gets tighter
And you now you say I’m just a doofus instead a prick
As shallow as it gets, but I guess girls will be girls

Oh but darling all this it could be yours
All you have to do is leave the armour at the barracks
And hand me a joystick, and un-pause the adventure
If just for a night

*Written For National Poetry Month – 25/30*

We Met At The D&D Due

I only popped round from the corner on a whim
What other treats could a Sunday afternoon provide?
The toenail clippings of a week schedule on the T.V
The breadcrumbs stocked in all the super markets
The lost puppies parading around the streets
The doctors have only given me 2 hours left
Before my brain cells shut down and my blood runs thin
For boredom itself has taken me to the other side

But If I must drop all traces of a indifferent facade
I couldn’t help but feel I’d of paid 10x my bus fair
Just to see you give me that look from behind your specifically
From behind the room, then for you to stroll on my way
Just to say hi, and to wean me into the rituals
I couldn’t say I’m green on the subject of table top
But I’ll keep those titbits to myself if you don’t mind
Just to make the joke I’ve only heard of Monopoly before

The moon bursts on the scene and foils my fun yet again
But the next week seems like an entire era’s away
So to tide me till then I offer you a brew in town
You say you have to run back for your nanna’s birthday due
But I’ll get you in front of my gaze yet my dear
Separated only by the coffee shop oak, I make a vow now

And when they ask how we first meet
I’ll tell them we met at the D&D due

*Written For National Poetry Month – 24/30*