Love vi

Find something different to compliment me on,

Your “beautiful’s” are boring.

Stifling under a blanket of ordinary,

I feel death approaching as you drain the excitement out of me.

A star trying to find its place amongst clouds,

Light shining but mist so heavy it’s over – bearing.

We clash, like cymbals but only I can hear the ringing,

Seemingly you’ve muted the noise with declarations of love unfailing.

You’re running, I’m walking, in this two – legged race we’ve no chance of winning.

Fallen and crawling, yet you still see us crossing the finish line with banners waving?

As much as I would love to stay and graze my knees with you, I have to cut myself lose.

Standing, I’m free to leave, the possibilities are endless without you tied to me.

Walking on the moon, or maybe flying to Mars, eating chocolate till I burst,

Or wearing what I want to bars.

Baby, this isn’t an issue of neglect,

It’s simply me voicing what we both didn’t want to accept.


About Plantain Periodicals

Hello! Welcome to the Plantain Periodicals blogs. The name stems from the kitchen moments I had with my friends at university cooking plantain and planning our lives together. I have used this space as a window into my mind and the way I make sense of all my experiences through writing.This is where I share those conversations and moments that happen inside my head as a young woman growing up in 21st century London. Hopefully you'll be entertained and also learn a thing or two. My main blog ad: My literature blog: NMx
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