I've fallen beneath the door
Clothes strewn across the floor
And the coffee pot is empty
Like my heart, just like my heart
My sheets, no longer crisp
Bear the fingerprints
On wrists
Of the way you loved me, the way you loved me
Sweet cinnamon on lips, you've yearned to kiss
Well, it was bliss
Dancing in distress
Beneath a canopy of stars
Just how far, have we come
When the coat hooks are empty
In the afterglow of dawn
It's when you're gone, it's when you're gone
I glimpse you staring through the walls
And these once unlocked doors
That hold the master key to my misery
So well controlled
Now fold
Because it's all a bluff
So I've been told again and again
That love is tough
And yet
In the amber stillness of morning
I ponder the sky's embers
And remember
It's enough
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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.
