IT SLEEPS IN MY RIBCAGE
CLAWS SUNK DEEP
IT WAKES WHEN I DO
IT ***** MY SLEEP
IT SHATTERS MY SCARS
IT BEGS ME TO BREAK
TO FALL APART
A CAR WITH NO BREAKS
A BEAST UNCHAINED
I CAN'T **** IT'S CUTENESS
SO SHE STILL REMAINS
Her name is Mrs.Cupcake
She's ******* on the carpets

smitten
by your face that looks like a kitten
written
poems that make me feel beaten
rotten
thinking about you often
bitten
on the heart, so listen
sweeten
my life like it's slitten

a poem of ten
dedicated for you like a mitten
on cold days

I'm your X-Man,
Remember me?
You must, right?

I broke up with you,
You richly cursed me,
I met with an accident.

Almost died, but survived,
You came to look after me,
I survived that major one.

I woke up from the coma,
Not so soon as it took me,
But 3 weeks, oh 3 weeks.

I had forgotten the year past,
Most of it did wipe out in me,
All I recalled was your name.

Then I took 3 more months,
To recall what it took me,
To ultimately breakup.

So, I broke up once again,
Again you did curse me,
To eternal loneliness.

And until now, oh until now,
The breakups are done by me,
Whether girlfriends or fiancées.

But I've defeated a challenge,
Triviality you execrated me,
Yes. 'Twas your challenge.

So, you see now, do you?
Yes, you do, you do see me,
Yes, I'm successful again.

And to taste success,
The agony you gave me,
I braved all, all of that pain.

You, you I never cursed,
For you were loved by me,
I'm glad that you are happy.

However successful I may be,
An infinite grief still plagues me,
No real friends except my Father.

I should ignore the pain, you know,
My Father is here now for me,
I hope he is immortal.

I shall adopt a cat in future,
And the cat will love me,
Remove all the grief.

I'll carefully love that cat too,
Just like my Father loves me,
That liaison won't be brief.

Winter in full fledge
The cats fur matted with snow
Even he seems cold

This cold winter dawn
A cat runs across the road —
The fox follows suit

When first I met my cat, Timmy,
he was all whiskers and purrs,
a lovely soft kitty;
So, I brought him home
without a clue
of what my "precious"
little kitten would do.

He has a scratching post
and toys galore,
I fed him, I played
and I brushed his fur.
Yet somehow this
was his gratitude;
My sofa was shredded
and my cushions were chewed.

The cushions sported
a modern flair
Of hanging threads
pulled everywhere,
and the armrests
bore his signature,  
a tattered masterpiece
made by this furry inciter.

He sat there
all regal and proud,
surrounded by stuffing
pillowed like clouds,
He gave me a look
sat amongst debris
As if to say,
"Oh, it wasn't me!"

Oh, foolish me!
I should have known
when bringing this
cute little kitty home,
that cats don't grasp
the word "expense"
they lure us in
under false pretence.

Yet, still I love Timmy
and all his flaws,
but, he shall now
endure monthly manicures;
and although my furniture
has seen better days,
it really did need
updating anyway.

©️Lizzie Bevis