I want to put you in a poem
Codify you in verse or rhyme
I want to scribble old words
That capture all the hurts
Lines of trains, and carriages.
I get the same carriage everyday
Same one you seem to get
Hoping to see you, scared to
Dating is shite, I’m sure you know
But I have all the apps,
Hope you slide across,
But you won’t, that would mean harm
And I don’t want you to,
you’ve done enough
So, be happy. Love as you.
Free and proud, be tough
Tougher than I was—will be
I didn’t make a decision
To cut you out, I let it happen,
Too craven to finish
Fade quietly, if not quickly
and those few months
relapsing into old habits
harming myself more
I want you in a poem
Trapped in an image or
Metaphor, unreal but enough
For me to hide from the literal
