Tuesday, 8 September 2020

Untitled #30 - possibility

I look down on my body and I see
A world of possibilities,
It's flat, sometimes, and hard
And I enjoy what I feel
That stereotypical power associated
To being *hard*
But sometimes it's soft, curvy,
Womanly.
Yet being a woman seems to have put a fullstop in front of me.

I look down on my body and I see
Breasts, soft and fleshy, belly,
Thighs, squishy and sweaty, sex.
I look down and I imagine
Flat chest, the way it used to be
Hard abdomen, the way it used to be
Thighs, squishy and sweaty,  sex.

I look down on my body and I see
A world of possibilities
It's flat sometimes and hard
And I enjoy what I feel
Between my legs, hard meeting soft,
I am soft yet my body is hard,
Me desiring more than a full stop,
An infinite world of possibilities ~

Sunday, 3 May 2020

Untitled #29 - memories

It can never be anything else
Only I can dream of my baby
The one I saw in my dreams
Always broken, half formed
A tiny demon calling out to me...
It can never be anything else
For me it's not the heat
I want to blame our sessions of love
To say that we made a mistake
The one that I want;
It's not heat behind my thowing up
My queasy stomach and upset mind
The missed period and a new bra size
...Tiny broken form calling out to me
If only I could see you
My little black spot, again on a USG.

Monday, 10 February 2020

Untitled #28 - reductible

Anxiety gnaws at bones long gone raw,
Fears seem to be flying on 6th gear,
Maybe I need a therapist again to convince myself
To be kind to myself.
But do I deserve it?
Do I deserve it!
Do I deserve it?!
Maybe I don't.
Deserve to be wanted,
Deserve to be needed,
Deserve to be held,
Deserve to be needed.
To be kind is a big task,
Not sure I can really do it,
I'll try for you though.
I'll try for you.
Because you would not want to come home
To loneliness and torn veins,
To scratched skin and pink eyes,
A bleeding chest and empty lies,
A manifestation of depression in my person,
To the point that I'm not anything more than my illness...
It has won the war.
It has defined me into it.
Now there is nothing more to reduce me to
Other than flesh, skin and bones,
And maybe graveyard dust and ash
If it decides to be thorough.

Sunday, 9 February 2020

To Jay

Happy birthday to my dearest friend
Ups and downs, we're together till the end,
I may be late but you're never far from my mind,
We've both turned into adults, living busy lives,
Different time zones but we're still the same,
Different hemispheres, yet nothing changed,
We're getting older and colder, sometimes wiser,
Like stopping drinks-smokes even in winters,
A birthday near Valentine, and you already know love,
A profound love from all your best and closest, your near and dear ones,
So happy birthday to you, my most sincere one,
We're shit to each other but what the heck,
*Bros over hoes* and *chicks over dicks*,
Our mottos' the same, friends till the end.

Wednesday, 15 January 2020

Untitled #27 - chronic

Chart of getting used to a partner's chronic illness -
It's a constant thing but you don't really see it
It seems to manifest at weird times
So this is a chart of how your feelings progress
As the relationship runs its course
In a matter of days, months or years.

Stages:

Concerned and caring
Caring and mildly concerned
Caring and unconcerned
Annoyed and caring
Annoyed tinged by caring
Annoyed but believing
Annoyed but doubtful about its validity
Annoyed and disbelief in intensity of pain
Angry and disbelief in intensity of pain
Angry and believes it's a farce
Angry and thinks it was all a lie to get out of chores
Angry and starts to hate it
Angry and starts to hate person
Angry and indifferent
Indifferent and exhausted
Leaves.

Because:

No one ever stayed with someone who is a chore
No one ever stayed with anyone unless tied down
Why would anyone stay with a person who can't
Quite literally, pull their own weight all times
Why would anyone stay with a person with
Such baggage, such insecurity, such brokenness

At every single point?

It's also toxic in its own way
Having a person demand most of your time and space
When they need you
Or think they need you
Because they got used to you

It may be toxic when this person is clingy
Or when you're so used to it
That you don't notice them shutting down
That you don't notice they don't say anything at all
That you don't notice little stains of blood in the basin
Not very well washed off

That you don't notice they're unable to eat
That you don't notice when they don't wake up from a nap
Till you think it's time for them to be awake
Because they need to pull their own weight
To cook dinner and not to a coma

Because you got used to it.

Saturday, 11 January 2020

Untitled #26

#how

I have seen love
Open hearts but how
Would you love me?

On my knees
Baring my throat.

I have seen love
Close doors but how
Would you love me?

Pressed up behind the door
My back door never closed.

I have seen love
Destroy souls but how
Would you love me?

On my knees
Waiting for a note.

On my knees
Crying all alone.

On my knees
Wishing I had never known

You.