Category: Poem
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The Art of Leaving
So, that’s how you did it. Your wedding ring on the bench. xxx A note left. xxx Your scrawled handwriting. simply saying ‘sorry’. xxx Sorry for what? xxx What were you sorry for dad? xxx Sorry for walking out on your kids? For walking away from a marriage? For breaking our hearts? xxx I picked…
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Reading the Room
She learnt to read a room. Feel the energy and know whether it was going to be a day of singing or a day of quiet and not speaking. xxx You would stare out the window, stare all day, not at anything but everything. No emotions. She knew those were the days to be quiet.…
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Do It Differently
I’m angry at you. I don’t even know you, but I’m so angry. xxx While I understand that the depths of life have swallowed you up, you had no other option. It got too much and that, was your only way out, you didn’t have to do it like that. xxx Images will never leave…
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Different Names
Yet another name inked on your skin. Yet another woman who is important to you. Another woman you love. But, have you ever thought the one woman who wants to see her name inked on your skin is this woman? The woman who should mean the most to you. xxx You seem to know these…
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Regretful Visits
I remember your skin. You smelt of talcum powder. It amazed me how soft your skin was. I loved the wrinkles in your cheeks and the looseness of your face. Your kisses so soft on my cheeks when we parted.
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Weaving your words
You prey on the vulnerable. You have a way of knowing just who to pick. You pick your moments well. xxx You are a weaver of words, casting little spells over the women that you meet. You know exactly what to say so they get caught under your spell. xxx Except your magic is toxic.…
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Winged Laughter
I feel you are mocking me. Laughing at me; instead of with me. You are here to teach and guide. Show me happiness. How to laugh more. xxx Sending messages. Complicated signals that I can’t work out. I’m listening, but its almost like I can’t hear you. xxx Love yourself. That’s what I hear. Spend…
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Unapologetically Me
From now on, I will be unapologetically me. xxx I will not apologise for loving too hard. For caring. For falling hard. xxx For giving my all. xxx I will not apologise for being there when needed. xxx For being ‘too nice’. For never giving up. xxx For fighting for my beliefs. xxx But, If…
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Start Small
Start small they say. Take baby steps; each day as it comes… xxx But what does that even mean? When something is so, so big? How do you start small? How do you even begin to pull that to pieces? Tiny fragments of something so huge? Breaking it down into bite size chunks. The problem…
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Salty Water
It’s like being tossed around in the ocean. xxx One minute, breathing. Next minute, taking a huge gulp. xxx That salty water filling your lungs, so, the air can’t escape. xxx How do you get out? xxx How do you escape? xxx This fucking rolling constantly over and over? xxx Feeling sick. The ever-growing nausea…
Untamed 