what now?
fingers prised from their grip
on the slippery slope of selfbelief
a backward slide
a tiny word no bigger than a seed
becomes a mountain of doubt
a pain too big to hold
lies within
seeking reassurance
without the love that's promised
the future cannot be
words so small
light the fires of no worth
and fuel the thoughts
to extinguish the soul
a burden sucking leech-like
on the goodness in you
thoughts come that you deserve
so much more than this
my parting will be quiet
if only you would let me go
there would never be a need
for you to know anything
but my love for you
no harsh words or act
just peace and calm
an ingested fugue
that pulls me down
to sleep forever
"You don’t sit down and write a wish list about the person you are going to fall violently in love with. It just doesn’t work like that." - Stephen Fry
