I am the carcass
But he is the prey
Devoured by my flesh
I don’t mind death
When it keeps him living
In the folds of my soul and spirit
He feasts on my remains
We’re so far apart. Me, right there and you, right here. Like a dead mother, you never existed. And…everything doesn’t have to be so heavy, because as soon as you return we’ll smile. At our wicked ways, we’ll cry tears of laughter. That is if you return otherwise the illusion will live on. That is if I return otherwise the illusion will die. Nothing so far has changed you, not fire, not water, not pain. Twin statues we stand apart staring into the unknown of each other’s eyes. We are not dead. We are not alive. We are muntu.
The word muntu makes “no special difference between living people, dead people, children not yet born, and gods” (The Poisonwood Bible).
Fate brought us together. We tore us apart.
Spinning with all the stars between, blinding this planet from the other. Even though we’re not advanced enough to travel, Mars will affect Venus.
If we keep moving at a millisecond of a second’s second we will meet in an outer space, beyond space called The Time.
Meet me in the middle where the vultures cry truce.
Don’t hide your hand from me anymore. Feed me.
Fatten. Me. Lick the palate of the sunset.
Revenge savoured by savage lovers.
If you don’t come back soon I’m going to kill our dream. Before you’ve even fully envisioned it I’m going to cut it out black from that colouring book we loved. Why won’t you comply? Why won’t you be complicit in my illusion? Completely. I allude to you, only you, all the time. It’s harrowing. We’re the opposite of a rainbow. I don’t even know who you are whilst knowing everything in your little little mind. That’s what I…i…i…
You are a waste of the sunshine.
When I think about you I count every breath
And I wish that I could get them back.
I don’t like you. In fact I wish I’d never met you.
I imagine it sometimes and I climax, tearfully.
I regret not hurting you, more.
I think that you are horrible like the hideous monster under the bed.
I wish your heart was as big as mine so you could understand how much hate can be squashed inside it.
You are a pot belly pig. I kick you and I roast you.
I share you with all my friends and they love you.
You are delicious, dead.
I wish you became a puzzle and I jumbled up all the pieces so I didn’t know what you look like.
I wish I was so stupid I couldn’t solve the puzzle.
I don’t even like writing about you.
I’m going to tear you out and scrunch you into a ball and play basketball with your head. Dickhead.
Love, C x
You make me feel like
I should be smiling.
I take it back,
I love you.
I thought it
I know you thought it too
So it happened
Finding true love is realising you’re not the only one.
Don’t even know who I love anymore
On finding the moon above the clouds whilst flying to Atlanta
I couldn’t take me eyes off you, my shining lense in the sky, picturing me from above, knowing how I meet your light with my inexperienced love.
It came and went
Like the snow.
And when it came
It covered everything.
Where you fool? Ha ha ha. I can hear our song. Ha ha ha. You laughing in the shadows. My man, fix up before I ha fi get serious. Ha ha ha. You never stop laughing. I never stop missing dem times. Wit u. Wit me. Whitney, shut ya mout. The greatest love is this bullshit. Peace. Ha.
Swathes of knowing. Swathes of confidence. Swathes of passion. Swathes of you. Swathes of magnificence. Swathes of awe. Swathes of everything. Swathes of you. Swathes of destiny. Swathes of power. Swathes of forever. Swathes of you.
You’ll never find another me. I hope that one day I will find a more mature you. Someone that will spin me out but then spin me back in and hold me.
A man that is trying to do the best thing but is making a pig’s ear of it. It’s painful to watch, but even more painful to be a part of.