When she thinks of all the things
Things that dont matter now
Strange times for her indeed
....of how she tattooed her own skin
Drank her face into oblivion
Used the fixing to imagine more

Back when recent history lessons weren't learnt


Her life circles around to the start once again
She finds there's nothing new, especially you
Just the recycled pain of missed opportunity

A personality disorder
Built to order
Fashioned to act out the indifference surrounding
Finding that strong arms are out to harm
Set to steal her determination

Running down back alleys
Screaming out to wake the dead
Pretending this was her time
Looking for love in the eyes of the lost
Hanging around in case its real

Lying in the damp grass
Imagining the brightest stars
Pulling flowers to twist into chains
A pretty dress with dreadful stains
Time to go..... Time to go

And now back in the here and now

Pretence still lingers trying to justify
All the tears, some of the drama displayed
Reflections taunt and tease with such ease
Her scars itch when the rain soaks deep
In a red box there's many a secret to keep

She speaks to no one
Her silence is deafening
When she thinks of things
Things that dont matter now
Not now.


Snow settles
An old coat tired of the cold
A winter's day cuts
Ice holds her fast
Heading home
Carrying groceries
Hands split
Worn by familiarity
On into a dirty house
Thinking again
Age not a concern
Lessons she didn't learn
Once a stage
Now broken into fire wood

These are the things

Such tired eyes.

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