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Hugo Pierce Aug 2020
On every gleaming windowsill, in each sunny spot
Lives a wide array of house plants, each in a neatly labelled ***
Some need extra sunshine, others demand constant night
Occasionally they move around, bending to the light
I take care of them, satisfying all their basic needs
even go the extra mile, pruning dead extremities
Because I take such good care, they are all in perfect health
But if only I could find the time, to look after myself.
Hugo Pierce Aug 2020
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Hugo Pierce Aug 2020
Is love definite and true?
My anxious mind interrogates my heart for answers,
asking for evidence of feelings for you.

How do I know when to take it to the next stage?
My heart reads no definite chapter of certainty,
offers little advice of when it is right to turn the page.

How can I possibly know if you are the one?
I do not share your confidence,
I am willing to go the distance but I don't know if I can run.

Why does this always seem so easy to everyone but me?
Love at first sight does not seem possible,
I guess this is what it is like to be dating with anxiety.
Maybe it is just me?
Hugo Pierce Jul 2020
Long Hours
Too busy to hurt
Hugo Pierce Jul 2020
As I stroll through the summer fields
The insects enjoy their afternoon picnic
I am happy to provide.
Hugo Pierce Jul 2020
I am water
in a steel pan over a hot flame
Dark thoughts bubble to the surface
Burning hopelessness
inundated at boiling point
Crying down the metal carcass
Tears drip to extinguish the flames
The restless sea begins to calm
The sting of the heat takes time to fade
How much of myself remains?
Experimenting
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