When nothing & no one matters but being together...
there was that night,
on your sofa
when you told me the things
that I didn’t want to hear –
Things that should never be verbalised
who want to be thought of
as decent –
you and I
have never been that
and we clawed at one another that night
like cats, howling at a kitchen window,
begging to come inside.
We clung to one another –
Chimera on the couch, as though
we’d never be divided.
And that you could not look at me
that way -
what made it so
forgivable to say
that it was ‘true’;
because it wasn’t something malleable –
it was just you, and I,
and I think,
it ever shall be. For we know
in fact, we are, the epitome of cruel
to everyone but ourselves.
All their love should be shelved, so
we might spend
You’ve never brought me
spring flowers, and I know, you never will –
it’s not that kind of love still…
after all this time.
There are no doves, no jewels, no sky,
just enough to soak the breath from our sighs and insist
we cry our souls out on the floor…
at least once a week.
And I’ll tell you what is more…
the others know not of what they speak
when they say
they’ve never felt like this before.