They’ve been negative lately.
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Ugly
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Unforgivable
Your tone of voice, far too cheery as you lied to me.
A Gradual Ease
No socialising, no socialising. I forbid you to fucking socialise.
2 Metres, 2 metres no more than 2 metres.
1 metre and 2 bubbles! Oooh, pub crawls from July 4th. The rest of your educational year is still prohibited.
STAY ALERT – CONTROL THE VIRUS – SAVE LIVES
RIP, ‘Thankfully, only a few hundred people have died since last week.’
‘Remember, to wash your hands!’
ASMR: A Dream – Ted Hughes
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The Scoop
Was non-existent.
I #thetea and received a plethora of correspondence.
I told them you don’t change your underwear daily. That you wait until you’re on your period.
One Twitter user said he had sick in his mouth because he had masturbated over your images the night before.
I find it fascinating how online, everyone shares anything.
Crow: Happy Fathers Day
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Childhood
My childhood was filled with love, joy and the unknown.
I saw you.
I knew exactly who you were to me.
Until the day came and you never showed up.
You never called.
We never spoke.
Now I’m all grown up.
Father’s Day
A whole day on earth dedicated to you.
24 hours is a long time.
Adieu, adieu!
Bite Me
I sleep and I sleep and my periods of sleep are often deep.
I wiggle and I turn and above my quilt, I look like a giant worm.
I groan and I grunt and I roll but I do not spin.
I flip back my covers and smack my leg, as I swear I’ve been bitten!
Some nights are hot.
Some mornings are cold.
I whirl around inside my mind as reality unfolds.
I jump up and hit the light, scanning the sheets I had jumped off.
I can’t see anything – maybe I’m crazy? Maybe I’m still asleep?
Sometimes I sweat, other times I mumble.
‘Fuck this fucking shit! Fucking old mattress, I hate it!.’
I once stripped the bed and put everything into a hot wash.
I covered my mattress in baking-soda, as the man on YouTube said to do that.
I left it for hours…I vacuumed up most of the grains of white.
I covered my mattress with a full cover – one that seals it in tight.
I dripped mint oil all over, as the woman on YouTube said it works wonders.
I slipped into bed and for a moment, I slept peacefully.
SMACK!
I slapped my calves, jumped out of bed, hit the lights, grabbed the torch and went close with my eyes.
I saw nothing.
From the Files of Unique: Remember When
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I Fucked Up
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A Confession
‪Sometimes you can’t fix people with super glue.‬
Shady as Fuck
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I Saw Blue
I saw blue
Inhale and ask, I’ll hear and maybe listen.
Exhale and step back…I’m hurting.
I try to save myself, but I see my veins turning blue. My favourite hue so I don’t stop it.
Say my name!
Save me!
Do I need you?
Uncertainty pushes stagnation deeper and I plunge into darkness.
I need someone to help me up.
I need an anecdote. Something amusing.
I’ve already tried forgiveness.
I tried believing.
Inhale and maybe I’ll hear your voice.
Exhale, step back…I’m crying.
You’re acting kinda shady!
What’s my name?
I’m not a temporary thing.
I’m not your option.
I’m not a fuckin time stamp!
I’m not your second or third.
I’m not your escape.
I’m not your therapist.
Equally, I’m not your bitch!
Oo blue oozes out of my purpose. I find it hard to cry because I’ve done that many times before and nothing changes.
Who am I?
You like to fuck with my conscience. That’s why I’m in this position.
You act like I don’t exist.
You act like I don’t exist.
You act like I don’t exist.
Today is not a year ago!
FUCK YOU!
Why am I here?
Why did you drag me here?
Why didn’t you leave me there?
Blue bleeds through the air I breathe.
I often drown into memories of your eyes.
I saw blue…
Dream Girl
You have long hair, it’s braided.
Your lips are smoothed in red.
Your hair is sweet with coconut and honey aromas.
Your eyes are brown – I love your eyes.
Your eyelashes are curled and I know that’s all-natural.
Your lips taste like cherries.
You sound like an angel from the garden of Bliss.
Your skin is soft and I know you use coconut oil to moisturise your body.
Your body is beautiful.
Your mind is unique.
My dream girl…
I’m Waiting
For the joy of your lips over my face.
The feel of your body pressed against my heart.
I thought we had ended before we hit green on start.
Disconnection
No arguments.
No additional information.
No reminders.
No pleas!
No statements.
No subliminal memes on my status updates.
No cryptic tweets.
No hashtag.
No handwritten letters.
No obvious notion.
No phone call.
No smokescreen.
No emails.
No screenshots.
No reminiscing.
No dreams about cutting you up into tiny pieces, seasoning you with a pinch of salt and a cup of pepper and feeding you to a murder of CROWS.
*I simply blocked and deleted your connections to me.
Crow: Don’t
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