I wish I had told you how beautiful I thought your garden was, and though I was quick to thank you for the garlic and the sweet rosemary your boys brought to me, I never told you how lovely you were when I watched you levelling the soil and pulling the weeds next door. There … Continue reading The Neighbour
Tag: The Poets
Light Show
I hope this life decides to be kind to you, I hope it rings your bells and sets off fireworks in your name. I hope you’re a fucking light show. But if my hopes fall short and you are left in the dark, I hope you know you are loved, and I hope you know … Continue reading Light Show
to Drink and to See You, Again
Do I need to drink to see you again, cut myself open again, to bleed you out in a rush? You’re gone now, packed up and left again, always fucking again, until again means nothing unless I drink and I drug, again, and I split the cosmos, again. Until I scream louder, again, and faster … Continue reading to Drink and to See You, Again
Sad Days Are Good Days Too
I know you're having trouble breathing right now, with the weight of the world and all the things you think you need to be, wrestling on top of your chest. It can all feel so unbelievably crushing sometimes, but sad days are good days too. Lovely girl, we all have sad days, welcome yours as … Continue reading Sad Days Are Good Days Too
You’ll Look Back
It was easy for you, to pack up everything and shove it between our memories, and anything good, I used to be. It was nothing for you, to take and leave without looking back. But I am done pacing pathways down hallways in this empty shell you left behind, and I swear to God, you'll … Continue reading You’ll Look Back
A Cosmic Disappointment
I drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017
Robbing Air
I don’t want to live this life anymore, but you are pinks and deep hues, the tangerine clouds behind sunsets that giggle and puff themselves into the shape of my mother, when she slouched proudly against the cupboards that robbed my air. You are the pink of her that opened the doors on their mothers … Continue reading Robbing Air
