Simon Stevens Poems

I am not getting you a necklace today.

Instead I'll give you a rope.
To hang yourself with
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The pack of crisps I once regarded
Lie empty and discarded.
An empty plate inhabited by crust
Pizza consumed with lust.
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I’m moving out, I’m going,
I’m developing my career,
I’m facing down my fear;
I leaving Manchester and you
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I’m not getting you a necklace this Valentine’s.

Instead I’ll buy you a rope.
I’ll knot it in a noose.
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Roses, red petals like satin kisses,
thorns like the bitterness of a broken heart,
growing with the aid of the sun,
without which nought would grow.
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