Bad Liar

I was told to look both ways before crossing the street

I wish someone warned me to do the same

When I stuck my head out of the window

And puked myself out

I wish someone pulled my back

And warned me that my heart would follow

But, no one ever dares to warn you before

No one ever dares to interfere

Until you’re hanging out of the window

Begging the car to drive faster.

They just wait

and watch

and breathe

until it’s too late.

You see, my world belonged to thieves and bandits

Black bandannas and pistols

Stolen hearts and tied wrists

I cheered as they stole pieces of my memories

Pieces of my life

Piece of who I am

I cheered as they tossed it to each other

Like some treasure on a runaway train.

One bandit named me the runaway train

While the other called me the coal that fueled it

They convinced me.

I begged the bandits and breakers

The thieves and robbers

To be a line on their book,

Or a phrase,

Or a metaphor.

See I had fallen in love

I had fallen in love with being dismantled

And no one dared to warn me

That I could get addicted to it.



Yours truly,

Painted Shadow


Something about you.

I counted his birthmarks against the dawn of a new day;
Pointing fingers at us
And whispering through the curtain
That were thoughtfully closed as we got in that morning
Or was it late night?
I traced his birthmarks with the tip of my index fingers
Slowly and gently
His body rose and fell in a rhythmic dance
My eyes began to study these movements
Memorising it as best as I could.
I drew a map from point A to point B
And then point B to C and back again to A.
Gazing at my new discovery at the break of light
I realised I wanted to be an astronomer
I wanted to study the galaxies between your shoulder blades
And take pictures of the gentle ragged outline of your spine,
Creating craters of lust and muscle.
I kissed each birthmark.
One. Kiss.
Two. Kiss.
Three. Kiss.
He stirred awake and turned around to face me
Eyes still closed, he let out a soft murmur
And fell right back asleep.
I will have to star gaze another night.


Yours truly,
Painted Shadow

Strawberry Moon


In 24 years, I’ve probably seen you a million times.
In 24 years, my skin has reflected off your glow probably 
 half of those times
In 24 years, I’ve never seen you shine as much as you did tonight
Tonight you are iridescent.
Tonight you are all shimmer and shine
Tonight, you are hope.
You are deep howls in the forest
And you are fish swimming upstream
You are changing tides
And you are love thriving on the beach
You are promises made on pinky fingers
And you are celebrations felt in bright red cups.
I’ve heard of poets who write sonnets
and authors who write paragraphs about you
I’ve listened to them comparing you to a dozen other things
Hoping against all odds,
against all measures,
that they could justify your beauty and shine.
But they fall short, each time.

Dear moon,
The entire universe does not rotate around you.
Today, you are the universe.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

Pour Toi.

Seeking Inspiration : 
From the smooth curve of your finger tips along the wall of my spine
From the slight giggle that escaped your parted lips and landed on mine
From the warmth of your beating heart nestling in the edges of my smile
From a single Hello or two, and no Goodbye
From your sun kissed skin and blazing eyes
From You.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.

I’ve Got You Under My Skin

Trying to fit words in to comprehensible sentences
Trying to make some sense
of the tangled mess in my mind,
that I call love and infatuation and other good things.
Thoughts, strong enough to spin their own webs
Memories and Moments of you
drunk enough to excitedly
dance on each shiny web string
I think of you then.
Your eyes before we kissed
Your lips before we kissed
Your hands before we kissed
Your breathing before we kissed
How the world stopped spinning
when we kissed.
I am left breathless.
I want more.
More than this.
Give. Me. More.


Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

Falling in

It was so easy to fall in love with him

His light brown eyes.

Or maybe they were hazel. I’m not too sure.

I wish I got a closer look though

I wish I could lay awake till sunrise

Till his eyes fluttered open

Then I could finally see the true colour of his eyes

And feel the warmth

As he groggily smiled back at me;

at my amused fallen-in-love face

It was so easy to fall in love with him

His round little nose

That reminded me of a mushroom

I wanted him to know that I really like mushrooms.

But his nose though,

I could kiss that all morning.

It was so easy to fall in love with him

Cause he wasn’t here.

so the thoughts and the inescapable maybes and what ifs

Seemed closer to reality

than I had been in years.

It was so easy to fall in love with him.

If only he were here.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow