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Beauty moves within you,
for you possess a soul different to most.
Broken by things once horrible,
you took your experiences and ascended.
Boldly moving ahead of your time,
most people don’t get your quartz heart.
Brittle feelings once many,
now emotions of all kinds flourish within.
Brightly moving along the way,
you deserve more love
and
blue kindness,
for quartz is a beautiful gem
and
comes in many rare colours.
Broken and chipped cups
and sauces sit still in a
crate next to your kitchen
cupboards.
As a true bohemian and
lover of broken things, you
embrace Kintsugi.
To you, gold and silver joinery,
no matter the cost is more
beautiful than any
complete piece.
Those broken pieces are
your broken pieces, as you
mend the sorrows of your life.
Crying over a piece, you forget
yourself and reach for the kettle.
The Wildflower Tea of your
sorrow flows into your cup, yet
the hot water and steam turns
sorrow into sweetness, as you
sip from your cup of sparrows.
clouds betray our eyes
for we see blue, grey and white,
yet the dry land burns
Sing your sunny lullaby,
tell me you want me.
I love the lies I tell myself,
speak but don’t talk.
Lie about committing to me,
hurt me and hate me.
Tell me I’ll never be your Ms Right,
I will say you are wrong.
Haunt me when you speak to me,
about Love, Lies and Lullabies.
You are far from me
Yet you are so close to me
Your hand touches me
Yet you are continents away
I saw you that day we connected
I was inside your head
Your alarm was mine
Yet you embraced our special gift
I know your thoughts, and you mine
It was the fates playing
You’re with me until the Fates know
Yet I love you being here
I touch you with my lips to your heart
It turned our spirits alight
You showed me the red flower
Yet you never said a word
I vowed to meet you in a week
It was the happiest words
You agreed to meet me in a week
Your happiness ripples
I cannot speak
It is done
Melancholy
filled
mums think:
A shoe sale is on over there;
People laugh at a cafe down there;
They eat cake through there; or
Someone goes on holiday up there,
yet we’re stuck
listening to spoilt
children wailing about
lollipops and money.
The burning embers of our love blow along the wind to run up and down our skin. We came from a place only the Dragons knew, yet it was a place of passionate fire.
We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart, and I smashed our love into shards of crystal.
We stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt ash.
My chest aches and yours broke;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.
Your chest hurts after the two of you fight, and you feel wretched at the hurt he anchors to the shore again.
You want to be understood, but the way you say your words and your overthinking mind get in the way betraying who you are.
You’re hurting so intensely that your chest aches, your blood boils, and you feel the weight of it all.
His anchor won’t remain in the sea for very long, so don’t throw yourself into the deep waters of emotion;
there’s no need to lose yourself.
It’s only another fight.
You are both humans.
Soon you’ll both return
to your journey on
the sea of your lives.
your sadness drips
onto the floor to pool
in shadows and soak into
the fabric of the building
once there, it stays
unable to dissipate until
others’ happiness does the same
How odd that you
reside in a building
unable to balance emotions
your beautiful fluidity
flowing through us
from below
light
from above
love
our love
and
our light
C & K 