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Her Name is You
From friends making millions
and redheads getting married
to photographer’s forgetting us
to a life led soulful and harried
Three loves forlorn
and every sordid siren in between
I am cursed with their faces
a mind full of rotten memories, so obscene
When '07 felt like oh-heaven
and youth was a touch and kiss
I would stumble and fall-
such a beautiful abyss
But time has no masters
and here I am, alone
I would pick you apart, my ghosts-
but I have no one left to own
I was wistful, just once, and here
I am, unfound, crying, unclear
for these six walls entomb me
no vanity left, just fear
And when I fall upon the floor
in this killing room
one final day
there will be one last realisation:
there is no fear left to bloom.
Published 19th Jun 2022
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