hate

Until death do us part, my love; death took our first gasps.

Not the little death of our thousand filthy fucks,
not the poetic death of the Cure's underwater closets;

just hate relentlessly eating its children,
bingeing on the good,
just the inevitable loathing, just my muscles growing new ways, just your skin decaying -

just your pitiful craving for a wife-mother a grotesque amalgamation of all you lack, suck at the tit and lap at the cunt and never leave the womb -

just the slow drip feed of reality erasing us until we meekly return to grey and stop paining the faithful with our radiance.

half life

give me no part in this half life,
I refuse to sit by and love with diseased heart,

to portion up my life and send you rescue parcels whilst the stockpile is safe.

take my entirety and love without rancour.

so sick of part-time lovers.
take me in anger, take me in regret, take me in pain not ease.

I will not stroke your ego, I cannot detract the years from you, I will not be your fuck buddy, your NSA girl, your mistress, your whore,

those days are dead and gone.

fed up of spilling virtual ink over the perennial you, I attempt to write of the world, of esoteric concerns but

I am no painter of watercolours, I cannot show you the beauty of a still life.

the way my world spins compels me to show you the delirious joy of life with no centre of gravity.