A Place For Creativity And Destruction

thinking of how safe i once felt within you

longing for your touch that’s forever out of reach

chilled and weary bones march through

no fear

one more chapter turns into ten

blankets fold and start to choke

sweat beads like dew

such empty space yet so confined

sitting in the shower

dancing from a distance

scrawling sad words

typing and deleting

singing about marbles

rain patters and heads ache at the sound

of amazing devils and horizons brought

i am sat in my bed

curious about curtains and hidden doors

a girl i saw standing in the hallway

i am sat in my bed

dreaming of nails of nine inches

and men who sing of cars

i am sat in my bed

They never notice your pain

Into the light of the moon

The crashing of waves

The sound of the breeze

A touch of the water

Will make sure you freeze

A storm is descending

Down on your boat

If it defeats you

I’m not sure you’ll float

An enchanting tune

A brilliant light

Beckons you forward

You’ve no will to fight

They’ve heard all the stories

They know of this curse

But still your crew

Are absorbing her verse

You start to walk forward

No light in your eyes

Nobody to save you

Or give your goodbyes

In front of her beauty

You drop to your knees

She takes you to the depths

What was she wearing?

How was she dressed?

How much had she had to drink?

Was she asking for it?

Was she known for being promiscuous?

Why was she alone?

This was bound to happen

Did he have good prospects?

What does he do for work?

How will this affect him?

How is he handling the accusations?

Is his future still secure?

Was he seduced?

Moments lost

Nothing lasts forever

Or maybe it does, who can say?

The trace of your last kiss still lingers

How could anyone forget?

Everything has changed

One day at a time

Never losing memory of you

I wish I could walk home alone at night without my keys between my fingers

I wish I could wear a dress without being called ‘slut’ or ‘desperate’

I wish men I don’t know wouldn’t ask me to smile, or compliment me and then get angry when I don’t respond

I wish I could enjoy things without being put into a box, because girls can’t be gamers or like sci-fi or be into heavy music

I wish I didn’t have to feel people’s eyes on me when I walk around with my baby, with people who told me a year ago I should have a kid before I’m old now telling me I’m too young to be a mother

I wish I could get out of a taxi next to my house rather than down the street because it felt like they were trying to memorise my address when I gave it to them

I wish I didn’t have to hear “you’d be so pretty if you just...” almost every day

I wish I didn’t have to worry about a lot of things based solely on my gender

I’m proud to be a woman