Nights Alone

"This morning 
I am at the kitchen table 
crying again, like a bent 
blade of grass drenched 
in dew, drenched 
in you.

By this afternoon, 
I will be dry. I will seem fine 
to the bluebird, 
to the butterfly passing by, but I 
know better.

I know it doesn't matter 
how warm & bright 
the daylight feels, 
when nights alone 
are cold."

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Their failures plague you us
over and over.

They are the reason
why I fight so hard,
why I cry so hard.

They have tampered with 
your vision and heart.

They have control 
over your actions,
your thoughts,
our love.

Dictating
something that is
no longer theirs.

Because of them
I have to fight
for my position,
your love,
and your trust.

There is no love
if there is no faith.
And they have stripped
that to your core.

To fix what they have broken,
I will remain on my knees
screaming for you
to stop pushing me down.

I will tenderly gather
each piece, one by one.
Loving each one
until you feel whole again.

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They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.


- Philip Larkin

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i don't understand
this crack between us
that keeps growing
wider and wider each day,
and i don't know what made me
change my mind.

but i do know this:
i made a promise
and i know that
this was never supposed
to happen
to us.


(in the manner of @evanescent.love's poem)

Sorrow

Sorrow

Sorrow creeps

Along heavy feet

It stands watching

Towards cities and towns

Through cold shadows

And then walks on

(In the manner of Carl Sandburg's Frog)

Evergreen

Sin and retribution
It would be my last punishment

I am

a person who

remembered

the comfort of the trees,

remembered the

warm, dusty leaves,

and the cold, enormous sky. Strange how

sleepless hours

made no sound.