What am I holding on to? What hope does cling like tar Unclean, melting onto my form Allowing impurity to stick Feathers of the mocking bird Grit from the impassible route Stuck, forever like scars… 

I cannot look at you Your pleading eyes and false smile Acceptance a luxury I cannot afford Away I walk, away for a while To resent you I cannot think of you My anger rears… 

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Some problems don’t go away, some do. But we only ever pretend to forget.

Falling rose petals of happiness How long before the stem is bare How long before the thorns alone Decorate this symbol of love As lonely here I wait Remembering your hand in mine Fingers held… 

This is such an issue, a huge huge huge issue with so many different angles, attempting to bring them all into one poem is hard work, not sure if I came close to that here,… 

It bugs the shit out of me the way the government blames every little nuance of childhood on the parents of that child. Remembering back, the climate for children was entirely different. Most of what… 

My head roars with questions Why me? This affliction like a curse The vengeful spite of another for past wrongs? I sigh, shuffling uncomfortably ‘It’s probably nothing serious’ I tell myself repeatedly, loudly Looking at… 

Randomly I think of you Your smile so warm However little seen Melting the ice in my heart Reminded of lost comfort I randomly sigh Randomly I see you Flashing, brilliant eyes That bursting spark… 

Just looking at the way people approach relationships, and the way relationships approach people.