Potpourri

Petals fall.

Dried they fall rather quickly.

Stomped beneath the feet of passersby.

None of who knew that they were once a symbol for love.

Dried husks of affection.

Nothing more than aged vegetation scattered down dirty streets.

Even nesting birds ignore the rubbish.

But I swear, I was once adored.

My petals fragrant, jewel-toned and the texture of velvet on skin.

Not a memory anymore.

Now a nuisance the wind blew up into your face.

M.V

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The best thing about shadows

Is that it means the sun is back

And it’s like it never left

To begin with

M.V

That Toxic Ex

You only love me when you lose a few brain cells.

You lips search for mine when that crisp ale finds yours

You speak of love and the future

But neglect me once your vision clears

Abandoned, I look for excuses.

Alone yet again I curse love, I curse the gods old and new.

I hate your voice

I hate your scent

I hate your hair and how perfectly it falls.

I hate I hate I hate

I hate that you only love me when you’re drunk

I hate that I fall for it every time

One day I’ll stop crying

And you’ll come around

With your beer-soaked brain preaching your false gospel of love

And I’ll laugh.

These spirits won’t lead my love deprived heart off that cliff anymore

Until then, drink up

I’ll have whatever you’re having.

M.V

Self love

What do you do when your love fades?

When there’s a greasy film over thing and everyone?

The mirror’s face is not my own. How long have I had the scars? These creases creaking around my lids?

My mouth is empty and without my teeth, my tongues lolls out.

Truth streams forth.

Flecks of saliva permeate the atmosphere. All greasy with truth unwanted.

I loved myself in my youth.

Not because it was simple but because I was too polite to cause a scene.

I was all peppermint and rose quartz.

Now the truth is a darling friend that you can’t wait to evict after 2 am.

Now I am obsidian. Only able to cut you with the truth.

No one really wants the truth .

Just greasy and heavy and lonely.

Self love fades and is replaced by a withered face, savage tongue.

Truth has now replaced love.

Love is silly anyway, replaced by the sticky truth that clings to air. Humid, sticky air.

When self love fades, you won’t notice til you speak and smell the acrid, greasiness of truth stings your eyes.

M.V
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Difficult

I’ve been told that I’m difficult and I don’t really understand what that means so I asked someone I very briefly dated.

He said ‘yes. you are’

Fuckkkk it hurt so much. Like an icicle to the fucking heart. My insides churning. Tears instantly streaming down my face.

I’m difficult? How can this be? Who let it go on for this long?

How can this be how I’m seen? I see myself as honest and sometimes blunt. I speak the truth; my truth.

I want to be accepted the way I’d accept anyone else who is their true self.

I know I’m naive, gullible and get taken for granted but dammit I’m just ME.

Take it or leave it

Take it, please.

MV