FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Drop

 

 

Drop

Lose.

Never take away a poet’s

pencil.

Ache,

return.

You’ve made me write me all

over again.

Sofa

Talk

Control and love?

I’m not letting you back in

again.

It took me long enough

To tear my very being

away from you.

Break

Hearts

Mine was away from

yours.

Muscle, sinew, toes and

skin

Chest, arms, the shape of

you

You were my anatomy and

I was yours.

You still have a piece of

me

A slice of my ache, my

days, my corduroy flares

and big boots.

Jackets

Lawn fucking

Hand holding

Smile

Cross

Loud

Sad

You never liked me

smoking.

You never liked that I

couldn’t talk

But when I did it hurt,

romantic and wet eyes.

Fucking head case

Stupid boy

Fucking hard

AND hard fucking.

Want the power

Need the power

Have a swerve.

Forget

Walk on

Fringed my boy face.

Decide

Detail

A softer side now

The emotion poured out.

Fixed?

 

 

 

Adam Lott, 34, Kent