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Gone Girl
I collect up the pieces of my former life
Photos, articles, trinkets and pictures,
that reverberate with a life once lived,
far away from where I am now.
I was once a borderline, edging death.
A cathartic catchpole where I caught nothing but pain.
Grazing on the remnants of the past, I realise
that I was set up to fail.
No one there to see the beating heart of kindness.
...Wednesday 27th March 2024 6:52 pm
kill me.
Pain in my stomach, heart, mind,
stabs of a knife
I yearn for this piercing pain
I've lacked it far too long.
Ungrateful love:
Punch me, hurt me, kill me almost.
Almost.
so later
when the rain has ceased
a flower can bloom again
a new blossom
the same plant
Revive me, ungrateful love
Make me another
Kill me.
Friday 11th January 2019 11:07 pm
Moving On
Moving On
staring through the window
at that dark and dismal place
where shadows danced and jittered
and a stranger had my face
I was shocked, but not surprised, to find
my future hopes would never last
if I stayed gazing in the mirror
and obsessing with the past
Thursday 28th November 2013 8:36 pm
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