About A Girl

That feeling's back.

It's not as strong as it was. But it's there.

I miss you.

You haven't been around lately, and I miss you.

I'm unafraid to say it.

But let's be honest. You don't miss me. You're happy with who you are.

And I'm scared and upset over how easy it's become to accept that of people.

That they leave.

They disappoint.

They fuck up and leave you disenchanted.

This is stone.

This is hardness.

And I can't change the way people think.

The way people are.

The way you used to look at me was all in my head.

The way you look through me now is all that's left.

And I am savagely glad.

xxxx

You had the aptitude to return sentiment,

but not the inclination to act on it.

Cowardice? Apathy? Manipulation?

Now we'll never know.

'Fortune favours the brave.'

help

im trapped in my own life.

Ex

glances

enticing yet not

challenging and teasing

but remaining stoic and stubborn and all the things that torture.

your voice is snowfall, as you say

'you have never been right for me.'

One for sadness

It's because there's so much associated with them, I think.

But it's weird how

I've lived almost twenty one years

and in all that time I never really saw

how beautiful

magpies are.

Drag

this will be painful.

but the purges have been worse than this, always worse,

and you've survived them.

this time, unlike others

it is a conscious choice.

tomorrow is composed of maybes.

September

Evades your misconceptions and flees earthly blight,

Your ailment

Your cholera.

Not conventional, nor chic,

that would be too easy.

Is it ever easy?

Don't answer that.

Intolerable stupidity and

righteous disappointment do battle

for thrones

of nearly gold.