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

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

Let Me Tell You Why

They saw her as a freebooterWho was loutish and uncouth.In reality, it was denigration That made her punctured with untruths.She decided to be delphic.Only seen in shimmers of light.She wanted to avoid goading thoseWho wanted her out of sight. They say she slipped into the sun,Not even a shadow left behind. The empty house couldn’t

Mum, it was the elves!

Honey, where did my chocolates go?There’s now only just a few.There were hundreds of them in the jar.Honey, what did you do? I saw the little bugger, I didAt roughly half past twelveIt ran with them into the garden.Mum, it was an elf! Where’s my favorite hairdryer gone?It was fairly new.I swear I saw it

ADHD Ribbons

The world                                                                             Feels like swirling ribbons                                          That wrap around me in whirlwinds. I try to grab on to one                                                                                                                             But the silk slips through my hands.                                      I try to follow one But the spinning makes me sick                                                                         And I stumble to the ground. Is it possible,For one,Single,Moment, To stop the