This Is Not A Love Poem By Mike Watts

No She didn't Punch A hole through My breast bone Rip out My still beating heart And then volley it Out of sight Somewhere Because Despite the whispers It didn't happen Like that And no I am not a broken Soul Curled like a foetus On a mattress Stained With moments That burn Behind My eyes Like an awful Memory Because Despite the blows I'm not that Feeble Of course It was hard But I'm still Breathing Look I never wanted Compassion I never wanted words Of wisdom Some contented voice Telling me That there are Oceans With millions For me to choose From I wanted Nothing Except To be left To drink ... Alone! Only time sorts Rubbish Like this out You know that After all Some of you have Probably Been there Yourself And whilst your Story may Have been slightly Different from Mine Things did get better Didn't they?

Copyright Mike Watts 2010

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