Death sat in the chair beside mine and oh, how we made a lovely couple
How strange it was to be strangers again
Because some labour against the dangers of death without realising that death is, in fact, a cure to everything
But it is not one to sign off on paper like a medical certificate or divorce
Words taper at the edges
When we both know that I know that they are solely hedges of pretty roses and thorns of false hope hiding ledges behind leaves as a defence
Looks falter after seconds
When we both know that you know I am standing at an alter wedding my own self-loathing
Matrimonial speech is self-deprecating
Appreciating that you will spend my last year's reciprocating the feelings I keep for myself.
Touches as rare as legends
When we both know that everyone knows that light cannot hide a shadow, only cast it
And a boy with no titles but 'the artist' has no friends beside the shadow on his wall and the happiness in his casket
Feelings wavered in our letters
When nobody knew that neither of us knew that there are no happily ever afters
Our ropes hang from different rafters woven of emptiness and laughter
But now I know that you know that we both know that this does not get the best of us, only the better of us
While you are the certainties of dawn and dusk
I hide away in midnights disguised as sunshine
Trapped between almost and not quite
Never living but stealing highs from the daylight
There is no fascination without a dash of misery in my life
Our destination is a mystery void of happy endings
I wrote stories you became them
Oh how strange it is to be strangers again
When this time we are not in danger.
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The Weight of my Guillotine
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, excerpts and short stories I write. Read at your own discretion.
