alex haywood Poems

You said you liked me
that I was great
a lot in common you said
wanted to hold my hand
...

Love gnaws on my skin again
Someone has left open
the door to heaven
again
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You've come too late
I don't have a present
for you anymore
The things I had
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Easy to think we speak
the same language of feeling.
The boxes we live in
that define our frames
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The syllables of love evaporate
like morning fog
ahead of the coming day
sunlight shines harsh and bright
...

I gave you the power
to hurt me
you wasted no time
I put it in your palm willingly
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I wrapped my skin
around my heart
lest the blood ooze out
and dirty the ground
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By myself once more
Loneliness like dirty dishwater
swirling down a pipe
drains me
...

Without knowing you wandered
into the toughest room
in my mind
the icicles hanging from
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Like a solitary raindrop
on a cloudy day
the lie fell
and sat there between us
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