I’m having a bad day.
Grey swirls
Tipping edges
Sounds drowning
There will be no tunnelled light
There will be no kiss
No happiness
Just myself in rolls of grief
What’s the point in the ticking of time anyway?
She took the bullet for him,
She swallowed her pride,
Their lie –
Which sat like wire in the stomach,
Was the only thing that kept
Her alone,
At night.
Cold feet on cold concrete,
No one would ever know,
How much,
She wanted him,
It would burn and rage through her,
And when times were black,
She pretended he was there.
She would find his face through the bottom of that
Great Green Gin bottle.
Blurred and Beautiful,
Just like how he was in her arms,
She would destroy herself to protect him.
Her wet hair sticking to his blackened feet.
She would tell him,
When all was lost,
She would finally,
Whisper,
How much he meant to her.
Only now, because before,
He had far too many things behind a closed door,
Confession too late,
Hell to soon,
All the great loves,
Are too beautiful and doomed.
I was looking over our old messages yesterday
I sometimes do when I feel down and lonely.
I can remember how much you wanted me at that moment in time
Dreamgurl
Unstoppable
Old words
Concave
Making my soul
Flip flip flip
Old words that I cling on to
Because it’s far too dangerous now
It’s far too terrible now
With all her
Sorrow.
Mother’s ruin
My ruin.
Her destruction
Possibly
Hopefully.
How terrible my thoughts can be
But I feel no mercy
My dear
When it comes to you and me.
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