Three ♥

And I watch the horizon for the glitter of your homecoming, the far-off figures becoming a haze.

My mind is destitute, my muse is sleeping; cradled in the arms of a dream-filled phase.

Your words torment and encroach my waking. I weep in the beauty of the tear-spattered page.

My underwhelmed sorrow keeps me from singing; a silent nightingale in a crumbling cage.

You left without warning - a fleeting abandon - prolonging my eternal, agonising fate.

Trapped within these walls with myself for company, my eternal tears don’t dissipate.

Three small coffins lie against the flame-licked wall; awaiting our children, all unborn.

Three frayed nooses are slung from our cherry tree, all feeling slightly forlorn.

I suffocate while you sing to me - breathless at the glory of your voice - it’s you I adore.

This world is falling down around me; the sun in fiery splinters on the dirt-caked floor.

The clouds spark to life, illuminating the sea - this is their moment to display the beauty of unlove.

You feel the besotted pain surging in my blood; singing the song of the electric clouds above.

Anger reigns in your heart; challenging your fists to make my skin erupt in purple, feline flowers.

That’s why the children are stillborn monstrosities. You brutally pummelled these children of ours.

Blatant emptiness crushes me. I need you to viciously re-carve your name into my oozing arm.

Like my perpetual fairytale you drugged and raped me with slurs; you always meant this harm.

All this; another wasted life. A bloodthirsty lamb blindly led to her hideous slaughter.

I sink into a bathtub of barbed wire, sighing in relief as I’m torn apart; an aborted daughter.

All I can ask now is for the world to consume me; to stop the tremors of my cello heart.

All I can wait for is the bittersweet bliss, the incinerating terror as we finally part.

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Two ♥

I was in Your arms
My head upon Your chest
And I could hear Your heart
Whispering Her name
It was mourning, weeping
Whispering Her name
I drowned in those whispers
Drowned out by those whispers
Though they were silent
The silence of Love
As it creeps and slithers
Into Your very being
As it hides in the hollows
Of Your withered heart
Do You hear the whispers
For the one that You've lost
You can't miss those whispers
Echoing Her name
As I was in Your arms
My head upon Your chest
I tried in vain to pretend
Those whispers were mine.

Forgive Me.

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One ♥

You are the last daffodil, full of integrity, standing upright and tall in the field of downtrodden poppies.
You were picked by a young girl, held close to her heart, but from there you strayed, to be lost in a book for years, stumbling betwixt the pages, trying to make sense of the thoughts that plagued you.
Now the book is creaking open, the dust motes dancing in the dim light of your radiance; a radiance smeared by society, by senseless beings, by self-preservation.
We are the ones begging for your voice to be heard again, but the cost for you is too great. Your loose petals are blowing in the harsh wind, threatening to fly, your refuge is only going to last so long. Should you stay in your sheltered shadows, living by the light of your ever-grubby existence?
We are the ones who know the true nature of your glorious aura; eternal, effervescent.
We are the ones who weep for you; our tears as toffee, heavy and sweet, oozing down our faces, creating gorgeous patterns of sorrow. In the cold we will crystallise, shattering at the slightest shift in the silence.
Your life is like rose petals in a wine glass; a spectator sport for the superficial, yet a source of bittersweet salvation for us.
You didn't deserve this, you don't deserve this; a life of lacklustre loneliness.
You never should have been lost.
Now you mourn in solitude; in the silence you sleep, dormant in the dark.

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