Break Up. (Poem)

Breaking, upwards of the truth-

broken

down

to the grit,

the pieces beneath.

The essence of sadness, combined with

shock and spittle through angst and hatred.

Break, in the utmost foundation;

the line in the undusted,

the crack in the gateway.

Broken

by the bind,

seeping, the cold truth

soaks in

and you wake up,

wet and alone

unknown and blissful,

gone from the grip.

Restart.

Replaced,

Ruined by words.

‘I

think

we

should’,

Break   –   up.

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Ignore Real Autumn (a poem)

Tracing across your brow,

wipe the sleep from your eyes,

our own little cocoon of joy;

let’s be still for one more day.

Let’s stay here, in the sunlight

and ignore the crunch outside,

it’s not autumn leaves like you promised.

It’s the sound of Mondays, or rainy days

and bills way past due.

Let’s one-stop-shop our groceries online

and have pizza delivered to the duvet.

Forget about the cold outdoors with me.

Let’s forget about the missing stars.

Let’s cuddle up, just us. No fuss.

Let’s stay away, sleeping, for one more day.