I’m Sorry

I’m sorry for what they said when they were angry.

And I’m sorry for what you said back.

I’m sorry that you feel like you can’t be safe.

I’m sorry you always feel under attack.

But remember when you fell and they kissed you better?

Remember when they lifted you high above?

They’re always there even when you say you hate them

Because trust me, darling, that’s love.


My Paper House

I’m living in a paper house, I don’t know if you can see me,

But I’m the one behind the ink because only words can free me.

I never leave my paper house because I’m terrified of the rain,

I’m scared if I let my eyes get wet then they’ll never be dry again.

I can hear the cries throughout my head because my walls are paper thin,

And I’m lying cold in my paper bed because I just want to be let in.

Please come through my paper door, put dirty shoes on my paper rug.

Because I may live in a paper house, but I really need a hug.


I said that I loved Shakespeare,

And you told me that you liked maths.

We lived our lives way up to now

On very different paths.

I said that I liked reading.

You said physics made you smile.

And you were the very first person who

I let teach me in a while.

I love sitting in silence,

And you love talking out loud.

I’m always scared to speak my mind,

But you shine brightly in a crowd.

We are very different people,

How we work I’ll never know why,

But I think my favourite thing about you is

That you make me forget I’m shy.


I want to put the sun to bed,

And wake him up each day.

I want to stroke each of his beams,

And tell him it’s okay. .

It must be hard to be a start

About which no one seems to care;

No one seems to thank the sun,

Even though he’s always there.

Perhaps the sun really is just gas,

And can’t hear whatever we say,

But I once gave him a grin and like to think

That he shone a little brighter that day.


No Name


I’m not going to tell you my name.

Not my first name,

Not my last name,

Not my middle initial.

No names.

Because once I tell you it will change.

Because I want you to listen.

I want you to listen to me.

Not to my name.

My name cannot speak.

I can.

My name cannot make you laugh.

I can.

My name cannot make you cry,

Nor can it make you smile.

But I can.

Then why do you want my name?

Because you want to know me?

Then listen to me speak.

Listen to me sing when I cannot,

And laugh when I don’t want to.

Watch me smile and watch me cry.

Watch me say hello and then watch me leave

Without a word

Can my name do that?

When I give you my name I shall become a person,

Just another one

Pushed to the back of your mind,

Filed with a thousand other names.

But I won’t tell you my name

And you’ll remember me.

I’ll make you remember.

Names can’t do that.


I have no title.

Except for the one in my head.

The one you don’t know.

Do you want to know?

You do?

But I can’t tell you

Do I want to know your name?

It depends.

You can tell it to me

And I’ll forget as soon as you walk away,

Or you can talk to me,

You can make me laugh,

And I’ll remember you forever.