A Little Less (A Poem)

I’m the one you love a little less

Than the one you love the most

I’m the one who when you look at me

You’re thinking of her ghost

I’m the one who when you hear my laugh

You wish it was her tune

And I’m the one that, though I know you don’t

 I wish you loved me too

Ross Lynn

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Wet Paint (a poem)

I dropped a can

Of Orange

On the bed where we lay lying,

Too frivolous in nature to keep our touch from dying

Bruised fingertips

And swollen lips,

But none of them for me.

My stubbornness deters you from the place you ought to be.

I start to think that maybe we could make our shades in Purple:

My Blues

Your Pinks

If all combined could help us break this circle.

But in your eyes,

With their Green flecks,

The truth is all too clear:

You never will be simplified to shades in waves and tears.

So on this bed, I sit and keep our fingertips from grazing.

The scent of all my orange paint endearing but quite dazing

I smile to see you stand and leave,

I’m left with all but sorrow

I close my eyes and think about the wet sheets washed tomorrow.

Ross Lynn

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Ode to a Fuckboy

I’ll think when it gets light outside,

But know that I’ll feel just the same.

The way you made them feel inside;

Those smiles,

Those curls,

Those girls,

Those names.


And who am I to change the scene?

To get you stuck? To make you stay?

When every bright eyed minx before,

You’ve simply kissed and ran away.


I know that I can take some pain, 

A broken heart, am ache or two.

But when it’s a repeated scene,

It means it’s not just me or you.


I’m well aware that that’s the game.

The sun won’t shine for one, it’s true.

But what I can’t take is the shame,

Of knowing I’m just one to you.

Ross Lynn

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Midnight Musings On Love

In order of rank, the things in life that make me blissfully happy are dogs, music, and the idea that someday somebody could love me. Not in a parental way and not because they felt biologically obligated but because they saw me and they heard me…and they loved me, simply because they could.

I want someone to fall asleep dreaming of the pout of my lips, the brown of my eyes and the high pitched, often seal-like, squeal of my laugh.

My teenage brain wants someone to single out every quality of mine that I ever thought was detestable and show me that it was all this time, always worth loving.

Ross Lynn

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Trust Me

I can make it feel both beautiful and sweet

I can make it so it’s hard for you to sleep

I can make you immune to every other “she”

To every girl’s charm that isn’t me

I can make you question every single thought

Every myth, every lie that you’ve ever been taught

Leave you shivering with pleasure…or is it with pain

Leave you calling me pretty whilst thinking I’m vain

I can make you feel this and oh so much more

All those feuding emotions, all those worlds to explore

I could make you feel all this

I’d do it for free

Only price is you wanting to be with me

Ross Lynn

Until I Met You

I thought I knew writing, was always so sure.

A come before B and he before her

And full stops were best and where commas should rest

Now every line feels like I’m failing a test

I thought I knew music, I knew I had skill

Each pitch and each note with my range I could kill

And wavers of voice, now no longer my choice

The songs sung before have escaped from my voice

I thought I knew colours, could name every hue

Could tell every Lilac from purple or blue

Now I stare at the walls and my vision just falls

I see no more colour when pacing the halls

I thought I knew artwork, yes all this is true.

Knew music, knew writing, knew lilacs from blues

Was sure of it all, yes still this is true

I knew who I was until I met you.

Ross Lynn