The gas has charmed the self
He thought he understood,
And freed his misconception
That he was always good.
He is now a neon teen
Learning how to fly,
Enthused by misadventure
’Neath the bright black sky.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:36 PM UTC
When I first arrived in this place,
A month seemed like a lifetime,
And a lifetime seemed long.
All too suddenly, the course is over.
My friends have gone home before me,
And the weather has changed.
On the eve of departure,
It’s raining in the city
Like it’s raining in my heart.
As I fall asleep for the last time here,
I’m glad I've made arrangements
To get home safe.
Dad’s coming to pick me up!
I’ve been keeping in touch with him,
And he says he’s proud.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
My partner is fun,
I’m sure he’s “the one”,
His body’s a work of art!
He thinks like I do,
And loves me so true,
And I love him with all of my heart.
My partner says he
Has PTSD,
And needs to be just on his own.
“It’s just a bad day,”
I hear him say,
“We always can talk on the phone.”
The close times we spend
Being “more than a friend”
Are few and far between.
My partner needs time
To get over the crime
Of abuse he endured as a teen.
The bad days won’t last,
They come from his past;
He’s getting some help for his pain.
I give him support
And write a report,
To help win his Right to Remain.
The lockdown has hit,
My partner feels ****
And won’t let me visit at all.
I stay home alone,
And support him by phone,
But he often won’t answer my call.
My partner is sick,
He sends me a pic –
In his darkness he’s done himself harm.
I call 999,
But he tells them he’s fine –
He says there’s no cause for alarm.
I worry so much,
And long for his touch,
As months pass me by I just pray.
My friends wonder why
I stand by my guy,
But I know him better than they.
Time has moved on,
The lockdown has gone,
My partner’s now feeling quite well!
At last we can meet
Not just in the street;
He’s coming back out of his shell!
Before long I learn
My partner will earn
A wage as a carer in York.
But why go so far?
It seems so bizarre
To move far away for such work.
As I help him to pack,
He says he’ll be back
As soon as he finds a job here.
But something is wrong –
It’s taking too long,
And again I’m missing my dear.
To my deepest dismay,
My partner’s away,
Our contact is fading once more.
I call him and plea,
But he breaks up with me,
And says to me, “You deserve more.”
How much was a lie?
Is he even bi?
The red flags were all there to see!
With hindsight I’m wise,
And now realise:
The one who needs counselling’s me.
My mind filled with doubt,
I may never work out
The truth and the lies and the cause.
Two years since we met,
It’s time to forget
My partner who never was.
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
The one who stood up here before
Who couldn't take it any more
Went through with her plan.
What would be my legacy?
Just like me,
I could turn the statistic
Into a curvy figure too—
Not a straight and slender one.
But being realistic,
I find the strength to turn away
And face the world another day
—A continuing man.
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC