Francis Rowell

Francis Rowell Apr 2018

a single drop of red into the pale white sink
and another
painting a disorderly picture onto a marble canvas
with a blade as your brush and the reddest pigment
only the best
for
you

Francis Rowell Apr 2018

memories

you cry out into the
stars
but they never listen
to you
they never listen
you feel her teardrops on you shoulder like a
cold summer
rain
but she never listens
to your comforting
words
what would you do if those turquoise glass orbs had not met yours on a
humid
july
afternoon
you would not
exist
yet again

Francis Rowell Mar 2018

have a good life

i tried to stay
but i couldn’t find your heart
it was buried
underneath your hoodie
sleeves pulled over your fingers
you couldn’t let me in
but i understand
what it’s like to have a wall

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you left, you said, because you didn’t know me
but i was trying so hard to open up
i don’t blame you, i’m not worth it
but you could have kissed me goodbye
i got a construction crew yesterday
they’re reinforcing my protection
it’s either trapped in or out
there’s never another way

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i guess it’s goodbye, then

--

have a

good

life

life

#wall #life #hoodie #selfharm #harm #protection

Francis Rowell Mar 2018

story

i'll tell your story
i'll weave no lies into the silken thread of your life's quilt
someday
i'll show you
someday
you'll see
the story i wrote
is yours

love.

#story #death #maybe

Francis Rowell Feb 2018

never

never again
will I hear that sound
too beautiful it was
too beautiful for me

#never #sound #hear #things

Francis Rowell Feb 2018

Always

there is hope
There is love
There is someone there
Always
You don't have to feel alone
You're not
You're loved
Always

Always. No matter what.