Pocket

Interesting addition to the clothes I wear.

I add many things to this small, zipped, denim location.

Tissue, paracetamol, lip-balm, eye-drops, hand cream, lemon sherbet drops and a three page letter.

I wrote about 2020.

I transferred pain from my heart, to these pages, to my pocket.

I released everything. Yet, I keep memories folded and close by.

Maybe, they’ll wash away the deeper I stride into this scenic lake.

I’m blessed.

The only thing that matters is my birth.

Dear Love

Dear Love,

I love you.

But I love the world around us even more.

I love our sky.

I love our sea.

I love the air we breathe.

I love the swans paddling by on a warm summers day.

I love the peace of mind when drama and pain fade away.

I love your eyes.

I love your mind.

I love your brain in its entirety.

I love your soul.

I love your heart.

Every heartbeat counts, no authority.

I love the way your smile beams through to my vision.

I love your warmth, including extra love only emissions.

I love your kisses.

I love your touch.

I love our love when love is never too much.

Love

Unique

Maybe Baby?

Maybe I’ll pretend I can’t see the see she pollution pouring out your mouth.

Baby, I can smell the shit around your lips.

Maybe, I’ll pretend I don’t know you. But baby, please read a book.

Maybe, it’s true you’re wealthy! Only, baby, I don’t entertain ignorance.

Maybe, I’ll slip into a black fitting ensemble, diamond choker and have breakfast at Tiffany’s?

Baby, I’m out of your league,

Mentally,

Spiritually

Realistically.

Best wishes with your future endeavours.

Unique

Dear Ex-Boyfriend

Dear Ex-Boyfriend,

Thank you for your most recent correspondence.

I appreciate the time you’ve taken to get in touch and express your emotions, by way of the pen.

I’m doing well since we parted ways. I’m progressing nicely through brighter days.

I’ve missed you at night when we used to talk, cry and sing. I’ve missed our connection, built from deep within.

But let’s not forget your actions, the role you played in this. Let’s pay homage to your actions and how that night, was our very last kiss.

I’m not here to make you feel good about yourself, that responsibility lays with you. I’m not here to massage your consciousness when you hurt me that pain cut through. Remember, you decided to do what you did and you enjoyed your life for a minute thereafter. My name isn’t Dr Unique, I’m not your therapist or your point of laughter.

Thank you, Ex-Boyfriend! For doing what you do best – you were weak as fuck when we met and today you’ve since regressed.

I miss your lips.

I miss making love.

I miss playing with you and more than the above.

The notion that we dated will be forgotten over time. The fact that I once blessed you with love, will remain your biggest regret, not mine.

Rest in peace to every moment we created, the second I realised you’re fake! I eliminated memories backdated.

Faded is your new label.

Faded is your mouth sucking my nipples.

Faded is your access to my life.

Ex-Boyfriend, one thing I must include…having two was too much, excluding number one was awfully rude.

No, I do not wish you well.

I do not wish you good health.

I do not wish you a happy future.

I affirm all the above upon myself.

Ex-Boyfriend,

I hope your soul burns eternally while your heartbeats in this life.

I hope your soul continues to burn through, long after the moment you die.

Love in abundance,

Unique

Blackout

I’ve been tormented by your silence.

Incapacitated by your love.

Lost time over how you’ve treated me.

Scars on my arms and etched into my mind.

I never asked for this. I only wanted to love and be loved.

When you don’t like an action I’ve taken, you impose an order of silence.

I wait anxiously to discover the consequence.

I lay beside you, awake.

You hold me tightly and whisper.

Inside I’m broken.

Inside I’m broken.

Inside I’m broken.

I wake up and you’ve made breakfast.

You’re happy! You kiss me.

I’m confused.

Did you not?

Did we not?

Did I not?

Your body embraces mine on a sunlit balcony.

I want to feel bliss. But fear races through me.

Why am I afraid of you?

Zeus

Your seed zaps around my womb like a bolt of lightning.

I feel your son stretching every few hours. He will be tall like his father, a mighty warrior grows inside of me.

I’ll give you life.

You are my life.

I love you ZEUS

If I die during childbirth, know that every second with you – was worth US

Lightning rain down with bolts of passion. Unique is unique and that’s my last expression.

Polyfilla

Polyfilla

‘Commonly used to fill in gaps. Like cracks in walls or gaps made by rats’ – Knowledge Centre

I’m not here to fill in the parts your partner lacks.

You chose that.

You chose that over Unique.

I was disappointed at the time, fast forward I’m now fine.

Above the line is what you’ll see. Below my waist you’ll never kiss.

I don’t exist to prop you up on what ‘your partner lacks.’

Face facts!

You mask the crap that smothers your back. Like the previous one – you allow pathways up your spine and holes in your heart.

I can’t fill either of those aspects.

I’m not a ‘partner-alternative’ when you feel lonely, upset, hurt or in pain.

You insert mind-games.

I’m not defined by my name.

I’m not defined by your one-dimensional perception of my purpose.

I won’t lie down for you to cover up my glow with nonsense.

Polyfilla

A great tool for things with gaps, carved out by rats.

Polyfilla

When did I share what I wanted with you?

What way did you care?

Why did you lie to yourself?

How do I know your motive so well?

Who did you think you were back then?

Polyfilla.

The mixture dries up.

The crumbs fall.

The vacuum sucks it up.

The bag of dust is discarded.

The new look is better. (Ish.)

What I Want

What I want?

I want you to sweeten my days.

I miss what we once shared and had wished profusely that it never went away.

Our visit to that café was an experience I must say.

One that warms my soul on a cold summer’s day.

Over time I’ve wanted to reach out and say, ‘hey!’ But situations occurred and life swept me away.

What I want?

Is to kiss you, forever and forevermore.

I often dream you’ll arrive after midnight, with 3 taps lightly on my door.

Frequencies wrapped me up and tore away unfaithful thoughts. My mind calls them back and my heart always applauds.

I sometimes feel like a fraudulent existing life form, because if I’m honest and if our universe permits, I would freeze us in the eye of a love-storm…What I want?

What I want? Is to never miss you, because you’ll be here within my reach.

I want to hear your voice up close; I miss those long nights – just you and I.

Each second spent with you was both a curse and a blessing. And if I’m honest with all involved, I’ve understood a painful lesson.

What I want?

I want to feel your arms hold me tight, I want to kiss you goodnight and I want to hear you whisper, ‘everything’s going to be alright!’

I never imagined we’ll fall out and have silent fights. Ones where I feel, and I type and I write what’s black and what’s white. Feelings bite through my wrists like I might stop and…

What I want? Is to understand you. I don’t know you. I’ve never met you.

I want to like you.

I want to write with you.

I want to stand height to height with you.

I want to cite life with you.

I want to make delights with you.

I want to spend the night with you.

Who are you exactly? Where on earth did, we meet? How did you find me again? Why did you return?

What I want?

I want to set the world on fire and soar through the night sky.

I want to return to our universe, to be that sapphire blue star and die.

Pussy

You got the pussy

But not the time

My life is fine

She’s not divine

I’ve got the vibe

My mind is mine

You want my time

I’m not inclined

I taste sublime

You’ll always mind

Moments so fine

I’m divine

I have no time