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BH Apr 2015
Cub
Sometimes I feel like a polar bear cub crawling out of a den where I've been asleep for months born blind and deaf into the dark and cold,  when I emerge from the den everything is so beautiful and new, scary and cold, stumbling on my hardly used legs, still learning to walk opening my eyes for the first time.
  Jun 2014 BH
calpurnia mockingbird
Weary eyed disappointment shines through the blue
in an attempt to quell my spirit.
6 weeks between us, yet you are as old as time.

I am not sorry for your frustration,
it stirs my ***** to see your distress
at my half-smile.

I offered you warning, long before gold was shared.
I told you I'd be hard to hold,
spelled out my weakness,
held aloft all flaws.

Still you lept at my flame,
seeking to contain it within your covetous palm,
to mold me with your priceless wisdom,
your righteous idea of who I could be,
should be....would be.

A me without a trace of self is your desire.
A shell filled with your vision of perfection.

A stay at home
Lay at home wife.

Last night you said that you had made me a better person,
while I sat and wondered at your breathing
in the hope that it would stop.

Do not take my silence as compliance.
BH Jun 2014
How am I suppose to trust you when I know you? I know the games you play, rolling dice not caring who gets hurt just as long as you're the winner.
BH Jun 2014
You take the words from my mouth and replace them with your own. I was told to grow up to be a adult so I stand on my own two feet while you tell me how disappointed you are in me while I try to scream, but you've replaced every word of mine with your own.
  May 2014 BH
calpurnia mockingbird
You could be so pretty
if
your hair was straight
or at least neat 
and not fire engine red

You could look so lovely
If 
you didn't insist on wearing
tatty jeans
Yellow Dr Marten boots
Dropkick Murphys tees
and you weren't covered in tattoos

You could have a better life
If
You hadn't married
that blue eyed
empty pocket
*** smoking
dreamer

You could have more time to clean
If 
you didn't waste it
writing pointless poems
with your head in the clouds
listening to that awful racket

You could be more ladylike
If 
you didn't attend protests
railing against politics
didn't smoke, drink,
swear like a sailor
and stayed away from mosh pits.

You could be better
If 
you were a lot more me
and a hell of a lot less you
After all I've done
You were not what I was expecting..

Well, it was good talking to you
I love you mum
I love you too..
Lets do this again soon!
BH May 2014
You drowned the weeds growing in my brain so that I can think clearly,  and as you kiss me it feels like you're planting roses in my veins so that I can get up in the morning, what happens when you no longer pluck the weeds from my brain,  and it becomes over grown with thoughts so loud I can't leave my room and you drown all of the roses you planted in my veins.
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