Rules of Engagement

There, in ink and sweat we set our rules of engagement. Honour bound and sacrament.

Then in the raging fire your bore a break, to every line, to prove your feigned stake.

You rattled my armour, melted my plastic soldiers, but if this thing we have dies, it’s on your shoulders.

Maybe it’s just been so long that you thought the rules of engagement had changed, time may pass but my vowels cannot be rearranged, for a convenient future … where you upstand in the platinum reign.

D December 2018

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Yearning

The amount I want to leave you is only balanced by the amount of love we have left burning, is there enough firewood left to deny this yearning. Through all these years it’s been a process of learning, that just maybe it’s all been a charade with me fawning.

I look at what we have brought into this world, I know I should stay just for that, but what happens to a heart in a devils pit. So I stand tall as I can, would you forgive it, if I choose a different path, apart but together.

D November 2018

Wisdom in the Rain

Trails of water slide down the cold window pane, droplets form and split for a lost lovers pain.

My reflection distorted against the black night behind, and on goes the soft clack of wheels on tracks, the train it’s way, it finds.

The neon lighting flickers and droplets for a moment disappear, then the droplets come back, shifted, like the reality you left me in when you never came back.

A blast of wind lashes the formations away, we start again, with a new toy to play.

D November 2018

Heavy Armour

Side by side we were bullet proof, then the bomb went off and blew the roof.

My armour shattered and I was in the world alone, bare feet on concrete, well outside the green zone.

Waiting for the cracking of my bones, because look what’s it’s come to, hand on phone…

…world war three in my head, as I hear the dial tone… But I know you’re already gone, nothing more than a memory of love and song.

D October 2018

How can?

How can I tell you that there is no further you can break my heart, all the quips, cold shoulder statements, dismissals all added to tear my insides apart.

How can I tell you that this empty shell no longer cares, of the wounds you threaten to inflict or the scars you wish to bare.

How can I tell you now I’m stronger than ever, as a broken heart doesn’t last forever…

… You see during your fire storm forgot to take stock and see, and I know now all I need to survive; is me.

D July 2018