Measurements

There's no peace,
Not in this life
Defined by body types
and whether you have a gap between your thighs

Success, written in the curvature
of your arse - or chest -
Measure me?
Be my fucking guest.

Do I meet the requirements?
Have I passed the test?
Too large,
Doesn't fit the mould they said

Nonetheless, your body is
reduced to a skeleton,
No evidence is left
What did you expect.

So, how big is your coffin when you die?
How many attendees at your funeral,
what did you leave behind?
A bank balance
-That's nice

The First Time

It was the first time
I smiled
And it reached my eyes

I laughed, wholeheartedly
No emptiness
Full of life

Whispered beautiful
Declarations of love
Devoid of cynicism

Felt wanted,
Purposeful
- Loved

Let Me

Let me fall into you,
Melt into your wholesomeness
Wrap my arms around you

Let me hold you,
Trace my fingerprint over you,
Touch my lips to your skin

Let me brush away your insecurities,
Intertwine your body with mine
Interlace our fingers
- Open up, I want to love you.

Paralysis

Paralysis

That's what it felt like

Unable even to catch a snippet of what I once had

Hunched, cradling my sanity

Whilst everything I ever worked for decayed

Crumbling around me

Darkness encompassing everything

Unable to even see the corpses

Embers flickered nonchalantly against the black

A reminder of the destruction

There was no hope.

Just me- alone

My only friends the ghosts of my past

That haunted me, and drove me to this

His face grinned at me, victoriously

Whilst I was engulfed in self loathing

Too weak to die.

Survival of the Fittest

Love is no happy ever after

No fairytale, no perfect ending.
It’s settling for what you can put up with
Ease and comfort founding the equation

There’s no love at first sight,
It’s impersonal
Infused upon reciprocation
A mutual business transaction-
Evolutionary.

Romance is purely passing the time
Sex: two pieces of meat slapping together
And love just a myth
A survival mechanism
Memetic.

So don’t fucking talk to me about love,
It’s only genetics
You’re just saying “you’ll aid my survival”
Not “I’m in love with you”.

Pretend

People don't change

They show what they truly are

It's all just a masquerade

Removing the façade, the mask.

Playing pretend

Like we all fucking care

We all know what we're out for

Self preservation

It's all clear in the end

We wipe off the make up,

tear back the lies,

And we're left naked, alone,

then we die.

31

People always leave,

Like buses we come and go

We move on to the next stop

Determined by society.

The briefest exchange leaving a mark on us

Will we travel to that place again?

See the same sights on our travels

Or are we destined to finish our route alone

empty

Maybe we will cross paths again,

Number 7 and number 24

Until then we will travel aimlessly

To stops in which are pre-destinate