Iain Thomas - I Wrote This For You: Just the Words

On love found. The Strangest Books Youve written my story backwards. Youve taken my chapter out of your book. Now Im just a prologue. A dedication. For you.

The First Sign Is Taking Strange Pictures I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn't worry anyone. The Light Of Future Memories You make me nostalgic for a love that hasn't even happened yet. The Lipstick On The Window The words "I love you" become nothing but noise.

But that's why we kiss. To say with our lips what we couldn't before. The Shape Of Air You love the way air moves. And now I can no longer breathe. The Day Tomorrow Came I know you're busy doing all the things you always planned to do but remember, today is also the day that you kiss me. The Loneliest Personal Ad Introvert seeks someone you can't trust.

Apply without. The Seat Next To You When I sit near you, my hands suddenly become alien things and I don't know where to put them or what they usually do, like this is the first time I've ever had hands and maybe they go in my pockets and maybe they don't. The Shipwreck In My Head Everything you do, you pay for. So if you're going to kiss me, you'd best be prepared to bleed. The Amazing Something The feeling you get when you think of something amazing then forget it and know that it felt amazing but you can't remember the details. Then, minutes later, you remember it again and you're so grateful because you nearly lost something amazing, forever.

Except, this time, it's a person. Not an idea. The Bleach You are your hair and your eyes and your thoughts. You are what you look at and what you feel and what you do about it. The light from the sun is still a part of the sun. My thoughts of you are as real as any part of you.

The Missed Appointment So yes, we could kiss. I could kiss you and you could kiss me. There's no science, plane ticket or clock stopping us. But if we kiss, it will end the world. And I've ended the world before. No one survived.

Least of all me. The Shape Falls At Your Feet Maybe it's because you're one of those people who believes that sometimes, the most reckless thing you can do with your heart, is not being reckless with it. The Clearly Labeled I think you'll find you're mistaken. My name is clearly written across the front and I recognise the scratch down the side (that happened in high school). This is my heart. You can't just come here, and take it.

The Send/Delete I've written you a hundred messages that I'll never send. The Blown Away I am far more delicate than you can possibly imagine. You need to move slowly. The Train Of Lies I say that I won't touch you. But my fingers are liars. I tell you how I won't hold you.

But my arms are going to hell. I promise I won't kiss you. But my lips break it. I let you know that I won't love you. But my heart has no conscience. And no part of me will apologise.

The Drive Before Dawn I read what you leave in public spaces. The songs you reference. The quotes you quote. I know it's about me. I can feel you thinking of me. I want to tell you that I know and admit that I feel the same.

But I can't. Not yet. The Listening I want to listen to you. I want to open the door. I want you to tell me your story, in your words. The books don't do it justice.

I cant hear you unless you speak. The Never Ending Search For Something Real I spend most of my nights outside, looking for ways to make you smile. The Corner Of Me & You I don't know if you felt that or not. But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it. It felt like two people talking after nights of silence. It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb.

It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away. It felt like two people in love after years of being alone. And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other. The Songs We Sing Somewhere, someone knows the words to the songs you sing. The Walking Away There are days when I want to walk up to you and scream in your face "No one else gets you like I do, now let's get the hell out of here." The Lantern In The Lifeboat I am nervous. I'm afraid.

But I will stand here in the white hot heat of you. I will play Russian roulette with your playlists. I will tell jokes I'm not sure you'll find funny. I will hold on until there is no more reason to. And in the end, I will break the stars and resurrect the sun. The Far From Home I would find you down the line with broken wings, pick you up, and swear that you would taste the sky again.

The New Colour And their shape and their hair and their eyes and their smell and their voice. That suddenly, these things can exist and you're not quite sure how they existed without you knowing about them before. The Closer You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling and counting crows. Someone. Anyone. But anyone could be someone if only you looked a little closer.

The Circle, Triangle, Square If you've got the time, we can play a game. Its easy. We just see if Im the same shape as the space you have inside you. If everything fits, we both win. If it doesnt, dont force it. That's how you get splinters in your heart.

The Excuse For Your Company I was wondering if you had a second. To talk about anything at all. The Point Of Contact And then my soul saw you and it kind of went "Oh there you are. I've been looking for you." The Wet Hair And Eyes You are a drop of perfect in an imperfect world. And all I need, is a taste. The Ghost Train And if you can't say yes, answer anyway.

Because I'd rather live with the answer than die with the question. The Sleep You dreamed me one night. Now I'm dreaming you back. The Reminders In The Sky You are the distance between the way things are and the way I want them to be. The Shape Of It They want me. I want you.

And you want someone else. But none of us want to turn around. The Pattern Is A System Is A Maze Of course it's complicated. If it wasn't, I probably wouldn't be interested in you. The Reflection You told me that there were two of me, in me. The me I pretended to be.

And the real me. You asked me to guess which one you loved more. You kissed me before I could answer and in that moment, I knew. The Way Saturn Turns All I can do, if I feel this way, is trust that somewhere in the universe, there's a you that feels the same. The Skyscrapers Meet By The Side Of The Road We look at the people who tell the truth, who say real things in public, like theyre confused. Crazy.

As if everything should be said safely or not at all and what you feel shouldnt be taken seriously. Which is why it's not polite to say "I'm going to kiss you now because I can't do anything else." The Wasted Words You will forgive me, I hope you don't mind me saying, I just wanted to add, if you've got time and I've said it before and I'll say it again, because you should know, before we go any further, we should put everything on the table because the reality is and the truth is and the fact of the matter is, I shouldn't interrupt but I was wondering and if you know, please tell me, how we manage to say so much, without saying anything at all. The Building We Could Burn I burnt my tongue on you. Now I've lost all sense of taste. Or decency. The Tallness Of Things Falling buildings matter less than you noticing me.

Because the world is big. And here, next to you, I am small. The Place Before Now My stranger on a train. I make up stories about you as we click-clack across the city, pulses of blood along veins of industry and commerce. One huge beating, pumping city and you and I are single celled. Red blood going in.