Trees

there’s

something

about those

trees (or maybe

something about

you under them with

me) that always tugs at

the heartstrings, leaving

me invariably aching for you

Idiocy - I

thinking

of you today,

I forgot how to

sign my own name

Telephone

And then the

Telephone rings

And ruins everything

Eat your heart out

You must have 

misheard me

when I said 

eat your 

heart 

out

You so swiftly 

consumed 

mine

Cannibalism

I often eat my own hands

If only to stop myself from

Screaming out your name

To somehow stop feeling

This all-consuming ache

Bus halt blues

If you

Hadn’t left me

At that bus halt

I wouldn’t have these

Drug addict memories now

Candlelight

You were always

One for candles

I was always scared

You would burn

Drugged

With pupils

Like pinpoints

You used to wash

My hands for me

Softly, gently,

Repeatedly,

After I fed you

Back then

You were

Always tender,

Too tender,

When the drug

Was coursing

Through your veins.

Love

I love you unconditionally

You are too beautiful

For hatred

Question

If you can

be happy,

why can’t

I be gay?

Perfection

You should surely

Take some pleasure

In the fact that you

Broke my heart

Again, so perfectly

Tearing through

Those jagged lines

You left before

Prescience I

when hearts sink

they sink like

stones: too

suddenly

to save

Sacrifice

Don’t talk

To me

Of love-making

Don’t talk

To me

Of love

When I’ve

Worshipped

At your altar

And rent

My flesh

For you

Tough luck

He is not

You; you

Are not

Mine

Love is ferocious

Today I

Realised

That love

Is anything

But fragile

Love is a

Fighter;

Love is a

Ferocious

Survivor

It walks

Fearlessly

Through

The fires

You light

And braves

The knives

You throw

To return

Unscathed

And

Hold

Your

Hand

Again