I can’t trust you with my heart on Or off the floor, this battlefield of yours.
I’m tired of being sore
And being more like the poppy
Stopping with a final essence of beauty
For the world to see me
To late for saving
My bones remain in
And out of your harm
I qualm whether or not
To ever trust your arm not to drop
or crop me down to the ground
I am of sound and mind
and this body refuses to stay
beside a man who abuses
Every piece of kindness
And blinds it with destruction
I’ve had enough and so my friends,
and so my mum and so my sons
We are done.
Whether or not you prayed for this plunge, I’m taking one.
This is now my dive, you can go drive someone else mad,
Go collide with evil, Find new people to damage,
I’ve got wreckage to manage
you damn iceberg with a nerve to be in my way.
I’ve got current to swim with it,
take your past, de-frost and bin it,
we’re all sick of hearing bits of your come cuddle me tricks.
No one cares what happened when you were 6.
Nothing can excuse you and you sure as hell cant excuse this.
I can’t trust you with my heart in or out of love.
Today I hereby give up and seek refuge
in my own mothers touch. Good luck
By J9e Jasmin Peart
Fresh/Raw/Writers block over!