February 2020

From now on I will only post

Irrelevant tidbits; titless truths

Followed by a delete of

Said posts /

Just because I can

Just because I am

Not giving a flying f*ck

Anymore

Our lips never parted / breathing kept us alive / the air flowed in & out / despite the sinking feeling / only matched by the dark / the approaching seabed

You tell me I need to work on creating voices, individuality by choosing words & their origins, avoiding elocusions, But! I am yet to find my own!, the retort fall on deaf ears, I don’t give a shit up

There was always a song playing

A tune spelling out the end:

~

It must have been love, as my

Australian adventure faded

~

Torn, between the bright light and pride

The southern lass proclaimed inside

~

But one song remains unsung;

Undiscovered & I hope it will

Remain

Forever

Silent

~

โˆš

I was her blue eyed whore, her smack &

Bestest friend of all

/

She was my tart, home made from berries

Blue with warts

/

We were odd at best, peculiar no doubt

Kept up appearances and the lies for all

/

They never understood the reasons why,

Why the otherness and other world meant

More to us than dollars

/

Others might say we did alright,

Considering age and lack of milage

/

We were old souls in young bodies,

Pursuing purpose and meaningful hours,

Failing to grasp the path we followed

Only led to the bottomless pit of

Sorrows

I would wear Tardi’s hats and

Manara’s legs

In suspended animation

.

Growing up with comics for adults,

The raw and the violently brutal

Realisations taught me to

Remain young

.

I was lost in fantasy

Before I even started

Growing; before I even

Began living

.

I doubt there was ever a

Hope of surviving, a lost

Cause, naked bar the

Hat

Once,

Only once,

Only once have I felt sickened to

The bone,

Unable to sleep;

Scared shitless,

I recall little of

The events but

The wall calendar shows

Today is –

28 days later

Please wear a skimpy tank top,

In shades of grey as I prefer,

I so not beg but dream,

I dreamt of high-heels and

Tank-tops revealing mostly

Skin

.

Please then read the writings,

Upon the wall my words are true,

In black on white the words of you

& Us, no longer spoken in tune

.

Please write you words, a response

In kind,

& I will be here

Waiting

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