Everyday that dawns,
you slip away a little more.
The distant stare,
the apathetic eyes.
Your love is as dead
as the roses in
the trash.
Your heart is an
abyss that I'm
lost in forever.
Belladonna drew me in.
The poison kept me there.

the thing desired some years back

is

now offered

& now

no longer required

some are wizards


some come predicted


while in bristol working

she asked the relationship because he liked

stuff of mine


on reflection see that she noted these things a lot

where

others would not have noticed


then a decision was made

by one party agreement by the other


parted


frying potatoes  for tea

skins gone crispy


clean the cooker  top


some draw

while others draw out


tick eater

wise words

indeed

i feel lighter this morning
which is more physical

than spiritual

this time of year serves as a reminder

a pause
then move forward

often a block buster is advertised
usually we prefer the other

quieter stuff

it was a small day yesterday

tucked in

covers heavy

it had clipped the hand in error

left a moon shape mark

turned black

or maybe

is was dark blue with a little red added

lasted two weeks and still prominent

much has happened since the pinch

rain, mutations and slight headaches

the path is blocked off
due to mud and saturation

life goes on
the mark remains

it was remarked that there is no hurry
that we have the rest of the winter

happily with a little chocolate

i’m too much,
too much to handle,
and yet simultaneously,
i’m not enough

it’s not right but i have to accept it. it’s not true but i must accept the lies. i can’t change them.

What the heart desires

  it doesn't understand

  sometimes it burns like fires

  other times it's silent and content



for love both loathes and inspires

as it traverses over many an uncertain terrain

it waxes, wanes, doubts, mesmerises

how often it does oscillate between joy and pain!

....but this metaphor
   is not for her
   she won't bother
   the literal she does prefer