CURLS

Curls

She folds her soft body around the hard edges of mine.
Making the shards of me more bearable for them,
Splitting her skin and breaking her heart in the process.

She comes away bloody and bruised
But as beautiful as ever.
Destroying herself so I might survive
Lies to get others to like me
At the price of her poor soft body.

A gift destroyed by my own self,
Carelessly assaulted with knives and pins.

She curled her soft sweet body around mine,
To show them
What she sees in me.
Will I cover her
To protect her from what they think?

Phalangeriformes

If I was a possum, would you build me a possum box?
Would you hang it,
in a tree for me?
Would you fill it with straw
For me to rest my tired possum paws?

Oh my dear,
Yes of course!
And every morning I'd leave little treats,
by the front door

I'd fill it with the finest hay,
Oil the wood, and clean it through the day.
I'd hang it on the tree
least effected by the breeze.

If you were a possum,
I would build you a box,
And hang it in my heart.

Melioration

I live in a world so full of love
The notes in my books
The flowers in the garden
The mugs on the table
Each a love letter to the universe

The pictures on my walls
The scratches on the floor
The stains on my knees
the scar on my lip
all reminders of my beautiful life
all stories of something I didn’t notice at the time

I often notice the love on reflection
getting so caught up in the moment
I always feel it but never name it
And I think I cannot escape it

I’ve never bought my own jewellery
My necklace came from family I haven’t seen for a while
My bracelets from friends
My earrings from the people I listen to
My ring from somebody I haven’t spoken to for far too long
I never change them, I don’t feel myself without them

My mother complains about my bad habits
But I got them all from her brothers and her children.
My father complains about my music
But I grew up with his CDs

I use the same slang as my friends
I didn’t even notice until somebody pointed it out
I pull the faces that they pull to make me laugh
And now my sister’s started doing the same

I don’t think I am myself
I am a reflection of those who love me