One good song

I won’t leave a note

I would never give you that. 

Satisfaction 

I don’t even like the stones 

Just paint it black

You’ll never know my last words 

I’ll take them with me

A suitcase of nouns and metaphors 

A duffle bag of letters 

Mostly vowels 

I will clutch my sentences 

Like a new born baby

I will let them hold me 

Against the floor

Drag me under the waves

I will die with my reasons 

I will never let you know. 

I will never let you in. 

Written October 20th 2017 

One year of hell (let's talk in the basement)

I am the sting 

The sun burn brings

On the delicate 

small of your back 

I am the silence 

After a forest fire

The terror after a break 

The sore spot

When your heart 

Stops

I am pathetic 

I am a mess

I am a raped dress

No more

No less 

And to think

I walked around 

looking for an anniversary card,

While you tested and gutted 

and hung me out to dry. 

This day,

A celebration of sad tragic love, 

is the day I choose to let it die. 

It's been a year in the making. 

But let's talk in the basement 

October 17th 2017