You've Changed.

It started out small. One day you love me the next you become a stranger a passerby or a bully. I promised myself I would not cry again, for you loving me is the hardest thing
Cherry

Barby

We spend an afternoon sticking spears in each other’s sides- even as we kiss our mind’s are on it- the next razor nick that tears a tiny fold of skin from the other. As we move from

A POEM ABOUT BOXES

there are many sorts of boxes: big boxes small boxes hierarchal boxes (box-people love hierarchy) intellectual boxes theological boxes addictive boxes egotistic boxes high-paying boxes

Your coming back

A bond so strong I believed it un-breakable, hard as diamond and as enternal as time, but our gem became worn and time stopped and all the we had left in a punch in the chest,

The Little Snowdrop

A little snowdrop..............

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I’m home and your smell lingers on my clothes, your scent keeping you alive inside my mind, until the next time. Your kiss the feel of your lips, my drug.

Ocean

About loving something destructive

Seeing The Light

Marks Tey on a Sunday night - parked outside the railway station waiting... Twelve lucozade yellow street lamps stand like electric dinosaurs frozen in time above the slip-

Wild and Uncouth

Wrote and posted this in a rush. May regret posting.

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