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For It’s There That I Belong


beautiful in a cool breeze,

the world is motionless and mute,

for a moment,

as you let me be Lydia,

breaking out of London,

nine of hearts…

Nine of hearts…

Nine of hearts…

I think,

when I don’t allow myself to think too much,

that you could be much more,

than I initially thought.

Long roads,

that lead us somewhere lush,

our Island’s own Las Vegas,

with glittering flowers,

that mimic the mania of the lights.

I am not a child,



some days,

it’s hard to tell,

but I tear myself from my mother’s white lace,

the protection of presumptions of my innocence,

and I stand before you,

darker from the way life has toyed with me,

but bewitched,

beautiful in a cool breeze,

promised to you,

just as I was,

in a dark car park,

at the advice of my cards,

when our lips fell in love,

for the first time.

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How do you survive,

dear dandelion?


trapped in the grim and gray pavement,

making your own way,

towards the sun,


unapologetic and present,

cursed to be alone,


but always alive.

Alone in the city,

seeing all the world has to offer,

but never tempted to stray,

from the light of the sky.

I could learn so much from you.

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I’ve Been To The Doctor, and Ignored Everything He Said


It was you. 


who never left,

leaking emotions by my side,

burrowing inside me,

breaking me until I have no choice but submission.


who never left,

latching on,

lashing out,

leaking emotion,

in a confusing cycle,

until everyone else leaves,

and it’s just you and me.



You ask me,

with those damn eyes,

in an aching whisper,

why we always end up together,

just you and me.

It was you,

my only companion,

my only constant,

one of my many curses,

born perhaps,

maybe invented,

but boring me to tears,

with the same old song,

you always insist I sing,

the same old life,

you always let me lead.

Familiar mistakes,

that seem different for a second,

until I realise we have been repeating,

and repeating,

and repeating,

long enough to be labelled mad.

I don’t want you,

but you’re always here,

loving too much,

leaking emotion,

planning grand things,

before we even start the small stuff,

collecting husbands and wives,

but never quite securing the ring,

throwing yourself at the mercy of anyone with a kind smile,

because you won’t see that you’re capable

(or could be, if you gave in, and went to therapy).

You love too much,

because that’s the only currency you can manage efficiently,

spending for protection,

your eyelashes fluttering so much,

that all the things you fear about the world,

become a blur,

and you fall into someone else,

a princess,

a pet,

but never powerful,

because you can’t conceive it,

you won’t believe that you can survive,

all by yourself,

so off we go,

to be some narcissist’s project,

until they realise how much hard work you are,

but it’s too late, my love,

because you’ve already given too much,

and now,

you belong to them forever.

You love too much,

and they can’t get enough. 

Addicted to your intensity,

(some would call it insanity).

Being adored,

depended on,

is sweet for a while,

but then it’s demanding,


and then,

it disappears,

and you are crying in a cavern of spilled milk,

crying because you think it might make them stay,

crying because your own company is the only kind you can’t stand,

crying because you’d give anything to be less helpless.

You’d give anything to be less helpless,

less dependent,

less bother.


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Dare I ask for kindness,

of you, after all this time?


There is weakness in that, I’m sure.

Complete, for now,

obviously still bruised,

momentarily musing that I’ve made things up to myself,

easing back into breathing on my own.

Banishing you,
and yet, still being haunted when I sleep.

Could I ask you to let me die in peace?

Kindness was always beyond you.

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Diverse Verse on Alphabet Radio

Hola amigos,

A brand new episode of Diverse Verse  will be airing live on Alphabet Radio, this afternoon, at 4PM BST, and I’m really excited for you to hear it.


This episode features work from Leika Moly, Pondering Thoughts and Anthradevi Cirimulla, covering topics such as sexuality, catcalling, losing love, and sexual awakenings.

You can listen live, from 4PM, here

You can listen on demand, after the show airs, here