...La Verita...

...tidbits, tatters, glitter and debris...

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Do I love you?

of course I love you.

that’s why I’m still here

the strength in these arms

developed out of necessity

the tremor in this voice

born from innate impossibility

And if you are insignificant

then it’s simply a reflection 

of what you see here

I am you and you am I

and we are never ending.

Do you love me?

of course you love me.

That’s why I’m still here

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segmented, regimented

Kill me

with a single look

for you, i’m just a chapter

for me, you’re the whole book.

Kiss me

i’ve forgotten how your name feels

in my mouth 

without the salt

of resentment.

come apart

and fall together

this hollow shelter

never felt like home.

Tell me

all your new found rules

you know

i like to break things.

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Chilean Honey

are we now broken enough

to let the light in?

my body sings in a language you used to understand

but have now forgotten

you feel the nostalgia,

the strange familiarity when you hear it

because I know you still hear it.

is my touch enough

to bind us back together?

solidify like honey in the cold.

welded together like liquid gold.

if you ever take my hands again

don’t worry about catching me

I’ve already fallen

I’m already imprinted into your floor.

would you take my hands again?

here time means nothing

it is a remote orb which exists outside

of you and I.

oh how time heals

when we cant even detect it passing

while we’re too busy discussing

the intricacies of the universe

or eating strawberries dipped in honey.

where does the time go,


does it trickle like the white light you see

when you think of me

moving on?

think of me broken

think of me rebuilding

think of the light that seeps through

light always finds a way through

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in the bricks and mortar

lose me?

let me drip away

like silent tears

on empty pillows?

forget me?

fold me up and tuck me into

the back pocket of those jeans

you never wear?

spit me out?

forget the way I tasted

in the dampness and the darkness

of September nights?

you never.

forgiveness learnt,

now fade away

don’t forget who helped you build your kingdom

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"So search for me at your wedding/ I’ll be the one wearing white/ And if you dont choose me as you wife/ I’ll be that cunt who wears white to a wedding."

and now I write no longer,

one of the many things you took

but you gave me things much greater

things I cannot overlook

so let me silently grieve

as I stand next to the one I miss

you took my life, but gave me gifts

which in time I will learn to accept  

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what can you do

when the one thing that was holding you together

is now the thing that’s tearing you apart?

how can I let go of the boy

who wont even kiss me goodbye?

I should have know when I woke

to rain on the first of the first.

I could solve world climate change

with the amount of tears I’ve shed over you.

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It ends at the beginning.

We’re 40. You live in a mansion out in the burbs and I have my inner city apartment. You always wanted 14 but somehow you’ve ended up with only 3 and she’s taken them with her. I have my students and I have my studio. I have things better than free time and space to think. You call and after all these years I still pick up. Maybe because at heart I will always be a masochist. Maybe because I still believe the lies I feed myself. Maybe just because I know there will never be anyone who affects me quite like you. After all these years. Even if I couldn’t be your everything at least
I can be something. At least you know who you can always count on. “Hello trouble.” I smile. Yes.

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"I will never tire of waking next to sunlight spilling over your sleeping form. Just the sight of your pale skin bathed in golden light, gilded like the king you’re destined to become, and I, beside you, your unlikely queen. I imagine we glow in these early hours, in each new day untouched by anything other than the pristine morning light, and the sound of our exhales synchronised. In the morning we are together, we are a new beginning. In the morning we are one."

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I’ve made a home
Between your brooding brows
Nestled my pieces
In the hollows of your collarbones
I’ve stretched myself beneath your skin
Every inch of melding flesh belongs to you and I
And if you ever need to find me
Just reach inside your hollow bones
I fill the space inside your rib cage
In you I’ve made a home

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