I don't write. I create.
I wish you did not exist.
I wish we had never kissed.
I wish you didn’t fucking lie.
I wish simple things had never died.
I wish you weren’t a fucking cunt.
I wish your life weren’t a front.
I wish you didn’t lie to me.
I trust no one now and no more I will see.
Bullshit in my view.
Sugar poured through my DMs with offerings of joy and money.
Sugar said, ‘Unique, I want you!’
Sugar said, ‘decide now or never?’
I licked my lips and pondered about sending sexy pics. But how many pairs of boobs are available on Google?
Sugar sprinkled around my DMs offered sweet talk but no therapy.
I deleted his messages.
‘I wish I had met you years ago!’
Said the man that claimed to love me so.
Back to the whore of his child’s mother, he spoke.
Silently, longing to choke!
YOU!
Crow peered into your beautiful eyes and said, ‘my dear child, they’re almost as beautiful as mine. You should never have lied!’
Years ago wasn’t the right time.
I left the room, thus leaving you to cry, for a broken heart, was never truly mine.
I tell you often you literally make me feel so small.
My life is a subscription to you.
I’m a notification on silent.
I’m a hashtag for the archive.
While you play God with an Atheist.
If this is depression, this is YOU.
If this is insanity, this is YOU.
If this is a complex onslaught of emotions, then this is my final day here on Earth.
Dress up, because dressing down is impossible for you.
Pose for the cam.
Post on the gram.
Hashtag I am and credit yourself as a somebody.
Surrounded by opportunity, I do not envy you.
Influence me bitch and live your life as a star.
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Unique wanted to become a Scientist.
A Singer.
A Chef.
A Cashier.
A Lawyer.
A Teacher.
A Manager.
A Coach.
A Fashion Designer.
A Vet.
A Shop Keeper.
A writer.
Unique wanted to become a Writer.
I said a Writer.
Unique wanted to become a Writer.
I want to cut you.
With a knife I own, you wouldn’t know, but it has serrated edges.
I want to cut you from the corner of your left eye, down to the right side of your lips.
I love your smile.
From Under the Rock
Intuitively, I’ve thought about people who I no longer associate with. They’ve crossed my mind lately, as I was the one that cut them off and walked away.
This decision ranges across a variety of different events/scenarios; however, the reason remains the same, ‘I’m responsible for my happiness.’
Please note: I hold no remorse over the above, for I am happier and more relaxed. *Yes, I closed friendships where I believed at the time; it was one that will remain forever. I’m sure it’s common for many of us to think of those that no longer exist within our lives. I know factually that I’m not the only one. Some of the objects that were strong connections to those people, I’ve discarded; I don’t like to keep negative energy sources around me.
Why? You may ask. Or you may assume I’m a selfish person? Either way, your opinion on my choices bare no attention from me. However, I will construct a form of an answer?
People who are overly negative, inherently toxic, stagnant or outright duplicitous, I remove myself from their lives. – I don’t have the energy to be mystified with negativity on the continuous rotating ring of hell.
I wish Rona aka COVID-19 would fuck right off, but I must point out the insight they have given to me. I hear from those who genuinely care for me in this weird time.
Those that don’t care, I won’t ever hear from, but neither will you.
The cockroaches and cretin from under the rocks are coming out in full force. ‘Hey Unique, long time no see! How are you? You crossed my mind today.’
It’s beautiful how our minds work, we are all the same, yet we are all intricately different. Only, we are linked in ways we are still learning.
Questions form as I ignore the calls.
Delete the messages.
Spam the e-mails.
‘Do you miss me, really?’
‘Is this the social version of the last supper?’
In this life, I keep repeating the above actions.
In that alternate universe, I pour lava over the rocks that rumble and Crow sings a sweet song.
Snug as a butterfly in a cocoon about to break free.
That day was then.
You opened her up.
She’s gone now.
Gone, but forever remembered by you.
Gone because of you.
Stop asking about her.
She’s gone.
Inspired by Alice
You cut my time to get to know her.
You advertised how she saved you when I don’t recall her presence during your darkest times.
Crow was correct when he said, ‘Off with their heads.’
Like acid, you burn through me
Like a guillotine you behead me
Like a throne, you scream entitlement
Like a message, you annoy me
Like memories you stalk me
Like feelings, you pester me
Like a liar, you lie.
Like a user, you surface when you’re in need.
Like this post, you seek attention and validity.
I visited the super-market and could not buy:
I have visited the super-market every-day since March 17 2020
It is disheartening each time I visit, nothing is available…Knowing that people across the United Kingdom have stock-piled through sheer greed!
#ThanksForNothing
Empty
I’ve never felt so alone, through the meat to my bones, I’ve never felt so empty.
I feel like I reside on the wall inside art by Dali.
Yet, here I hang alone in an empty gallery. No eyes on me.
21 days isolation, extended on Friday I bet.
Although, betting is futile in a world of social-distancing. My purse remains untouched.
Alone.
Unknown, I cry and think.
Alone.
Deep in the center of the forest, I bleed.
Alone.
Blood nourishes the roots of the trees around me.
Alone.
My thoughts are inside me.
Alone.
No one knows I’m here
…waiting for you.
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