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

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

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

Wildflower

I’m tired.I’m always outside in pouring rainAnd expected to stand tall even though I’mTrampled by passers by.They’ll only see me as beautifulFor the two weeksI bloom.They’re all strangers, who will forget meAfter I’m gone. I wish I could be brought home in someone’s arms andPlaced with pride on a warm windowsill.Watered, nourished and cherishedEvery morning

Empress Alexandra Romanov

TW Death My room is not a prison: Lilacs and lilies Make my sweat the Riviera, My fever The heat of the Crimean sun. Photos remind me Of the people waiting On the other side. I swim in their memories Like the sea Off a British beach. And when I walk again, Nicky will be

“She gave so many signs.”

Please may you take the bins out?
Why do you never listen to me?
I love you.
I’m leaving.