Nov 2015
I can feel it,
trickling,
petering,
everywhere
I can see it,
settling,
tumbling,
as dust falls
I can hear it,
whispering,
carving,
etched into silence
when they go,
it's so sudden,
cut-throat,
from having a physical support to just having no-one,
from being cared for to total mistrust,
of everything and everyone
People are like tattoos,
they ink themselves to your skin,
they leave markings,
not at all ephemeral
trickling,
petering,
everywhere
I can see it,
settling,
tumbling,
as dust falls
I can hear it,
whispering,
carving,
etched into silence
when they go,
it's so sudden,
cut-throat,
from having a physical support to just having no-one,
from being cared for to total mistrust,
of everything and everyone
People are like tattoos,
they ink themselves to your skin,
they leave markings,
not at all ephemeral
he took so much from me in terms of who I am - I thought I was a whole person before him but obviously not, because I am most certainly not whole now
Worst of all, he took my writing - everything's tainted now.
Over the boy, not the loss of myself.
Worst of all, he took my writing - everything's tainted now.
Over the boy, not the loss of myself.
