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Let Me Be Your Drug, Darling

Darling,
what have you done?
I have no right to,
but,
I wish you got high less.
You took a gamble with the guy I loved,
sending him round the roulette wheel,
ribs and pretty face,
broken by the blades of your bad habits,
while I sit on your steps,
smoking all your cigarettes,
singing sad songs to the moon.

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Darling,
just out of the way,
where I can pretend,
that I can’t see you unravelling,
revealing all the ways I wounded you,
before running away,
to pour alcohol and anxiety into my own war trophies,
won in battles,
that I lost,
far before our time.

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Darling,
I wish I could drink less,
and ignore you more,
but when I am narcotic,
I am nostalgic for you.
My disgruntled daddy,
Blake, Sid, Clyde, Romeo,
I am a glamorous groupie,
criminal chanteuse,
dying to die with you,
because living apart feels too hard.

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Darling,
when the morning comes,
my ballads replaced by birds,
who believe in the sunrise,
I hope you’ll be alive,
to understand,
that I am overstating my intentions,
and affections.
When I loved you,
I was just a girl.
I don’t know how to love you
like a grown up,
yet.



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Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea

Generic, grimy grey,

crawling across the sanctuary,

of people who are doing the best they can,

with what they can.

Old ladies,

struggling up stairs for centuries,

passing kids who peer through balcony bars,

kids who never quite clicked,

that they didn’t get the same start.

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There is a nervous energy in the walls,

floor to roof,

violent negligence chasing screams

up the cladding,

and I remember the maisonette of my youth,

maturing with my mother,

not quite clicking,

that most homes don’t have holes in the walls,

for me to hide my hopes and dreams.

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Now I am tall,

putting my hopes and dreams into the air,

no longer hidden in holes in the wall,

I am nervous when I see tower blocks,

because they contain lives,

as precious as those outside,

but the country never quite clicks,

that they aren’t built to protect them.


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New Album – Have You Met Miss Juan?

Hola amigos,

You can now download the companion album “Have You Met Miss Juan?”, which is part of my upcoming poetry collection “Ol’ Brown Eyes is Back”.

Each track is inspired by the poems and themes of the book, and allows readers to have a more immersive experience while reading. I hope you enjoy it.

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Have You Met Miss Juan?

Besos,

J x



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