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

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

Fragile Perfect Memories

I wish you could give us more time; I have a chest of memories Of untainted perfection That will be injected With sadness and loss The moment you Decide to Turn the Page. Let Me try And capture Butterflies in Ink and pencil marks So in future they may Carry our love in open Skies

Forgiving the Bitch

When I scrutinise her in the mirror,
Why can’t I hold her so much dearer?

Musical Moonlight Hauntings

Moonlight, frail and fadingIlluminates golden pagesUsing silver wisps of misty memories.Is it haunting me?Or offering me one final chanceTo reunite myself with my past?Could I remove the dust from the ivory keys,Inhale aging knowledgeAnd let it grow anew from my fingertipsLike an unpruned rose?Could I free myself from a jobWhere my soul silently passed awayAs