The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,
I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more
Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst
Dulce et decorum est mori est Because at least that way it’s don… scattered ashes in the wind lodged in the soil, waving at worm… I couldn’t give a shit
Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much
Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
I wonder who decided on the big tv Saw a nice hill and thought, I co… Dig it up shuffle it to the side a… Shit why not Add some seating too
Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine
