The Waiting Game
I have sixteen mountains to manoeuvre before it’s over,almost there, but aching more with each step,because this is the longest wait of my life,and my patience peaked several mountains ago. It’s out of my hands,but hopeful in my heart,my mountains have become the streets of Manhattan,Christmas shopping on King’s Road,a soft kiss from my sentimental…
Lights in the night sky,and the whispers of the trees.These are the riches of the rare,but I’ve been so broke lately that I forgot how wealthy I truly am. It’s time to remember.
I speed through an unfamiliar neighbourhood in an expensive car,crying, for show, and out of frustration,because you’re going to get away with it.You will wither away in your wooden prison,and I’ll ask you ‘who’s sorry now?’,but it will still be me,because you will be still and silent,expired and exhausting,always hiding. Everyone says that revenge is…
The gentle, artificial breeze of a passing train is a moment of peace,my mouth full of mint mouthwash, and the memory of my lover,so I don’t speak,certain that they will fall and fade away if my lips were to part. I really needed this moment.
Boo Hoo Blue
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,because they’re blue.Blue, like the oceans I gaze upon when she is gone.Blue, like the moon on a hopeful night.Blue, like the dewy, jewell encrusted sky that sits above us, as I wait.Blue, like my heart, when minutes become hours, and hours become aching.