Childhood dreams 
Hazel, green,
Brown, eyes

Shitty poems 
Songs that meant something once
Anger, pain, love
Flies

Elephants and jasmine 
Swimming in a pool 
Of gentle touch and love 
So young 
So cruel 

If anything thing can go wrong, 
It will
Disorder becomes possibility 
An array of cards that we’ll choose from 
Fold paper planes, 
Small but strong

What can go wrong will go wrong
Spiky hair 
An uneven bob 
The wrong girl 
The wrong time 

Long blonde hair 
Freckles, gingers 
A question finally answered
A letter left without a word 

A late train
A fresh tattoo
My practiced act 
Your quiet charm 

And suddenly 
It went wrong 
I cried in your arms 
And you said it was ok 
My perfect row of pens 
Scattered to the floor 
My perfectly guarded smile 
Didn’t need to be pretty 
Didn’t need to be casual anymore 

What went wrong went so wrong 
So wrong it freed the feeling 
That everything mattered 
That every word mattered 
Every action left a mark 

The marks filled up the wall, 
And when you stand back 
The romance, the pain, 
Entwines together 
Becoming nothing at all

And so the wall becomes a canvas, 
Wiped clean
Made from the most refined, filed down wood of them all

murphy

ephina