Notes on all the things my chapped lips are too timid to say.

Things you do not know

I watch the
way you move.
Have done for weeks.
You're gone now
it doesn't matter
we never were...

Christmas...

Before the break
I thought of
writing you
a card and
sticking those
gold chocolate
coins in.
Perhaps
your heart
would have been
richer than
something that can
be brought for a
quid..
No doubt.

Today...
It had been
months.
I wanted to
ask where
you'd been
but my tongue
is the equivalent
of a cobra.

Tomorrow...
It will be one
more day and
I
will miss you still.
What will I miss
making you laugh.
What will I miss,
missing
you.
As terribly as
I used to.

Yesterday..

Like many
yesterday's
I was stuck
on tomorrow
and tomorrow
is nought but
a 'yesterday'
in a caccoon.

Butterflies

Do you like them?
If you do, i'll
put one in a jar
label it
'fragile'
label it
'I loved you'
because
I am no Shakespeare.

Love
Why do people
fall into you?
are you quicksand?
I wonder if I
would swallow.

People
Colour me dissatisfied
with the
range of
them to
choose from.

Choice
If only you'd
have given me
one.

Solitude
Am I
too much
of a good
fuck to
ever leave
alone.