Learning to Run

The avocado sits on the wooden cutting board, ripe and ready to be eaten. I could spoon Dijon mustard onto it, a little salt and lemon and eat it up, standing there in my quiet kitchen, alone.

Here's to three years of feeling old, tired and overused Here's to wishing a car would run me over, rather than keep hiding in my room from you

I understand this is just a fling. Don't worry, I won't get attached or turn psycho on you. It's all good.

I am sad, mama, I am sad all the time. In my dreams, I put on my red dress and sway my way through the shallow waters.

I brought you a perfect shell back from the beach Sweet in its curl, sharp in its cut Ivory white Unharmed, whole I gave it to you In the hope you’d see My gift was whole Like me

written to 'Secret Garden'.

You left me undone Like the bed that lies open Waiting for your return Like my arms left wide open Cradling an absent shape You left me unspoken And now I can't find the words

You have to understand that I've given up this boat has rocked back and forth drifting without an anchor for a year now And you seem fine You fit the...