December 2012
1 post
10 tags
“I honestly hope your house of cards tumbles down and you are left as cold and...”
November 2012
10 posts
5 tags
Last night.
um.
You asked me to say what was on my mind last night,
I said I couldn’t articulate it.
I knew every barbed, searing word.
I held my tongue
just to make sure we had sex.
We make me a person I do not enjoy.
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Liar.
I told you I loved you
just to keep you here.
I do not
want you here.
I do not
love you.
I do not
like that I said that.
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I am hopelessly, tirelessly, shamelessly,...
I am happy for all that my love is with.
I am happy for all that my love is without.
Hope.
Fatigue.
Shame.
Weight.
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Son.
Lay down,
so he might stand.
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November 15th
I think of you
in your cold bed.
I know I could keep you warm.
You’re upset,
cold,
vulnerable.
But still you’d cause me harm.
November 15th 2012
I’m still here where you left me,
Still looking at the door.
Still covered in dry sex and sweat,
Still terrified of more.
I’m full of shame for missing you,
Still full of lust from kissing you,
Still upside down from this sin, you
should not have ever come.
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7th November 2012 - On the Train
The waddling blister of heart disease in a respectable blue sweater awkwardly wedges himself between seat and table. The arm rests and table groan in hopeless harmony as he spills over, under and about them.
He is less brash and entirely less repulsive than the arrogant coronary in the pink shirt. His face is ugly, hardened in expression by an uninspiring life of mediocrity and catastrophically...
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November 4th
all smiling and sharking,
the dancefloor is heaving.
It’s all so fucking empty.
My head is in pieces,
but I’ll keep on moving,
pretending like you never met me.
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November 6th
I can’t write or sing a melody, know no chords,
but then what’s worse is -
all my poetry ends up on the page
as simple choruses and verses.
