L.C. McQuillen 30.09.17 They never told me That beauty is power. That wholeness is a magnet To the fragmented They never told me That I could wound you Because of my whims Yet you would followBecause you believed I could be tamed Days and days I spent as your Summer Until you realised I was […]
L.C. McQuillen 15.09.17 You were like sandpaper On these old, chalky walls. One stroke and I would flake. Dissipate. And I thought for a moment It was healing That someone was finally Taking the time To replace What need to be But the longer and deeper You started to rub The more I realised That
L.C. McQuillen 29.08.17 I have searched for words To fill my eyes. Words that relate To my mental state And I’ve dug and I’ve Dug to find Somewhat of a representation Of my heart condition But I’ve gotten stuck In the thought That I am the only
L.C. McQuillen 17.08.17 I What I would say to you is My mentality has been under Your palm twisted around Your fingers And that will be no more. You expected me to be Submerged into this dream That was so far from current Reality that I felt Trapped within the depths Of your own hurt
L.C. McQuillen 04.08.17 I never believed much in fate until I met you. Everything made sense and everyone around us observed and encouraged. But fate felt like it was quite claustrophobic. It felt as if this independent heart suddenly didn’t have her own choice. Nevertheless, I chose to leave knowing you were probably best for
L.C. McQuillen 27.07.17 If the sound of the waves do not bring you peace, then let the sharks come and feast, because your soul, my dear, is beyond relief. Let the sharks come and sink in their teeth.
L.C. McQuillen 11.07.17 You were my Forbidden fruit But I’ve never Been good with Regulation It made you All the more Entrancing Eyeing you From the other side Of the garden Always in my reach Alcohol and desireTempting me farther I bit you And you bit back And this one nightOf flavour Of misbehaviour Wilted
L.C. McQuillen 09.07.17 Let’s talk about The vile and frightening Patch of my existence Of which You scratched And released A wretched aroma Of who I can be. Because it isThe way youScathed me ThoughtlesslyI slipped pastYour finger nails To become utterly Released. Vamoose. Without a single word. So
L.C. McQuillen 06.06.17 For the best Is not easy For the worst Is self seeking • Yet this • • is not • • A wedding • For the vows Remained Pliant For the tomb ContainedSilence For the best • Yet this •• is not •• Dying •
L.C. McQuillen 28.05.17 I keep scratching out The words I’ve written. Maybe I should restart With a pencil; But something in my soul Relates To the tumbleweed like Etches strewn about The page. It may perhaps be More of a representation Of my current feelings Then