I loved you for you
When you wouldn't
Now I will love me for me
When you won't

On occasion,
When feeling particularly human
I sit in the rain
Let the sky come on to me

They must have ***** the size of bullocks
but sadly their brains are the size of peanuts,

you can't win them all.

we have our favourites

mine is old
have had it thirty years

from the charity

he touched it gently
said it felt warm to touch

&

it certainly is
felted a little with wear

misshapen

ill fitting
comforting

charcoal grey
it don’t show the dirt

i wore it gardening yesterday
raking leaves

the robin came down

we spell snow plough differently

you sit
and look towards the sky
for nothing.

the rain can wash your cheeks
but your soul stays the same.
impure.
tainted.

and all you can do is continue
like this;
with a clean pinkish face
dragging your soul by the hair.
and you smile because you don't know.
hey you!
naive!
the rain doesn't heal!