Breathing Memories

Now you’re gone,People keep on telling meThere are many more fish in the sea!You deserve a man who treats you right!He is sat out there somewhere,Waiting for you,Go find him! Have fun! I appreciate the thought butNo thank you. For now,I want to sit on the benchOutside the train stationWhere I first held youAnd sit

Shameful Valentine

He published a love poem on Valentine’s DayTo his One,The Creator of the Universe.He wrote about lust and darknessAnd I knewMy body was burned on his brainWhen he wrote it. It wasn’t a shock.In the cracks of his voice, I could tellI was his dirty secret.Never staying the night,Stealing an hour here or there with

The Unwilling Ghost of Your Ex-Lover

I do not linger in your room at 4 am on purpose.I wish you could sleep through the nightWithout the lamp of my eyesPiercing through your mind.I wish you could sleep in your bedWithout tingles along your spine. But my ghost can’t leave. When we fell in love, our souls recognized each otherLike a squirrel

What are you thinking?

You present me with perfection.You tell me all the things I want to hear.Never an angry word or sharp jab. Just whitened teeth andBotox smiles. They hide that you’re no longer breathing.I hold youBut you are limp in my armsStill fucking smilingBut eyes no longer staring into mine. Synthetic beauty is deadlier than hemlock. Who

Are You Lying To Me?

They used to say to me,‘For the smartest girl in our yearYou really are the dumbest bitch of them all.’They would say I’m too easyBut not in that way.They knew they could lie to meAnd I wouldn’t be able to see itBecause a brick wall laid between my shinning eyesAnd their second face. A bank

Stray Cat

Hello dear,Do not worry. I’m only here with food.I see your Claws extended. Teeth Bared.Pouncing through the airEyes as wide asA dear in the headlightsTearing to pieces anything in sight.Pray, enemy or other.I can see your ribs and skin poking throughYour rugged fur.It’s been your only comfort for years.You want no pity forThe pale white

Ethical Pickles

I don’t want to eat yourEthical pickles. They’re covered in slimy reluctance,Contents that makes me gagTo the point my eyes water. I pick it up gingerlyWith forefinger and thumbWhile you try and persuade me‘They’re goodFor you.Plenty of fibreImproves your loyalty.’ I try to swallow.You sayYou are sooooo grateful.Soooooo glad that I’m‘Such a good person.Such a