Two zero
A bouquet of tulips at the bedside
I’m a firing mouth and a rapid insight
You love me
To hate me
Warning: Allergic to Promise
She’s stale and the roses are fading
Clearly, something must be done
She’s sung
A life of the second hand heart
But not enough
Curtain call
Let the theatre be empty
Dashed in red
Failure plenty
Whilst broken promises
Clutter the stage
Oh, let her fade
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trigger points.
PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
