carefully placed, edited, enhanced, regurgitated
until the originality has drained from the page in a stagnant scream
of upper and lower case sans serif.
These words, my own
will not be read by the person they were intended for,
whilst he sits, caged in his own ennui
thinking macro world is so small
the cosmos revolves around him
fighting his own personal demon
forgetting that here, fragility also blooms
behind a show of strength
and a laughing facade.
These little marks on a page,
an outpouring from a lost lwoman
who found something in you
you’d never realised for yourself.
I wish I could re write these words
carefully place the meaning, edit, regurgitate,
I wish I could elastoplast the past
but would you notice?
Or is your blanket of darkness shrouded so tight
around your branded armour,
your heart forgot how to beat.