Archive | January 2019

Winter beds

I hope you don’t see my eyes half-closing;

This rest isn’t meant to be

A comment on you,

I just really need to

Escape the world whilst I can.

My leg slides warmly against you;

A heat so easily missed.

Keep me hooked and tied

By your side,

So I can face the cold again.

Sinking amongst a mess of pillows;

Morning brings a persistent rain.

Out in the half-sun glow,

Please don’t go;

Sadness wets my wings once again.

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Old scabs

Don’t fall in love, kids;

You’ll only get hurt.

And the second time

Will feel like the first.

Perhaps even worse,

Because you’ll feel stupid.

You should’ve learnt;

You should’ve done better,

To make things work.

And then you knock the scab

To open the wound to the world

And be vulnerable and raw

To another special person

And believe that this time –

It’s gotta be this time.

Perhaps it will be your forever,

Perhaps you’ll travel far.

Don’t fall in love;

Seize it.

Break it, use it;

Lash out and fight;

Dampen the sun

Until it burns night

Ignore the unloved,

They’ll trip you to fall,

Make you question who you are

Because there’s a shit-load of

Darkness between every star.

Trauma

This moment is broken,

Just blank it out

Or it will hurt you;

You don’t need it now.

Let it tip over sideways,

Let the edges fray;

It’ll reconfigure

Into another shape.

But you won’t remember

Or see me at all,

When this memory returns back

And you try to recall;

And if I arrive here,

Will you come to see me?

Or will you drown your function

Within a timeless sea?

You can’t say why it pains you

Or why you cry at words

Or why a familiar moment

Makes everything hurt.