Forbidden Treasure

He could have scratched his itchWith one of the many women in this worldWho justifiably enjoy casual sex.Instead, he thought it would be more funTo see if he could breakThe heart of a demisexual. Now, I am at the centre of his debate;Of whether he loved meOr merely lusted over my body.I regret that I

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

Pinch Me PTSD

I learned never to leave the trodden pathBy walking into a wasp nest.For the 150 wasps that attacked me,Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt that much.Each sting didn’t hurt more than a pinch.But I suppose trauma sometimes doesn’t careAbout how much it hurt in the first place.When you re-live the helpless fear of running through a forestLike

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

Long Lost Lyrics

Isn’t it incredibleWhen lyrics you haven’t remembered in yearsRise to your lips once moreLike a prayer written on your soulIn the ink of the ice cream your mother wiped off your 12-year-old face?The beat flows through your veinsTo restart your heart with an infectious joltDefying the monotonous repetition of life.It returns your broken identity to

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

Sunset Bird

Tired, aren’t ya?You’ve flown around the world to try and make it spin.Chased warmth for your wings.Tried to singIn the silence of the vast, open water.People tried to grab yaBut no one caught ya. No one can hurt ya if you are alone. But now you want to lie downUpon sun-baked ground.Wrapped in beautiful soundThat

I’m Waiting For

I’m waiting for: The sun to peak over the horizon.A single bird to sing over fields. Petals of a snowdrop to replace the snow.Lambs to bleat for the first time. My feet to be reminded of softness of grass. Trees to protect me from the shade.The air to be a sea salt breeze. Cornwall fudge

Blossom in Snowfall

Blushing pink petalsProtectively cuddled in blankets ofSoft snowLike a golden retriever’s fur.The vines make veinsAnd secretive crystal cavesWhere no-one can disturb them. Looking on,I forget the piercing teethOf both the cold’s clenching jawsAnd the sun’s scorching tongue. I believeSpring and Winter are loversWhose kiss will forever beSeparatedBy timeBut sometimes their fingertips touchAnd that is enough