Let’s take a moment to bask in the clouded judgement
That escapes my mind and charges through my mouth
Every day and every night.
Watch me quiver in relentless fear
For I can’t change the shape the sky
As I can’t change the way you look at me.
I think and I think
And I wonder why you don’t feel the sun raining on your spine when you see me,
I look in the mirror and I have a world staring back at me,
Saturn, caressed in rings of colour as I am caressed in scars.
Though mine don’t seem to mimic the same passion the universe has for its planets.
Where can I find my love for myself
When I’ve placed all my need, all my hardship, all my reddish hate and unceasing warmth
If I tread carefully I can avoid the mournful pools of thought that cross my path
Every now and then
Intertwined in my yellow brick road leading to nowhere imparticular.
I feel every feeling so severely it rattles my ribcage as a lion rattles its fencing,
Longing for escape and a life free from chains,
Be it lust or hunger for more than this.
Why do I convince myself that I am enough for you.
You are precise about your coffee,
Soya Milk. Poured whilst stirring. Two and a half sugars.
One can assume you are with everything else.
An open door is a breath of fresh air,
As I leave the room and consider more for my little life
Neatly boxed away in a corner.
The loud silence is overbearing and I am sharing too much with myself.
My mind does not want to overstay its welcome
Although it rarely gets the hint to fuck off and let me sleep for the night.
Awake, I am left to mourn for my loss of ideas,
My loss of salvation in the artsy life I had planned for us.
Left rooted in a dry soil, unmoving,
I can only accept the help as it comes,
Few and far between,
Buried in the burning broth of a witch’s curse,
I can only grow from the self, upwards.
A meek, pompous uproar into life as myself
As I realise I’m for me, actually.