w(m)e

I fought for a we.
You fought to turn the first half around.
It had taken two to make
What one trashed into the ground.
‘We’ means a lot, you know
You should wean off the ‘me’.
Two make a love story but,
One writes a tragedy.

-flightless bird.

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shopping for love.

I was the dress that looked good on the rack of the store
and fit you just right in the trial room.
And then, out in public, you wore me again, but you didn’t like it
and so you left me in a corner on your shelf and forgot me.
One day,
you found me,
still waiting,
and you picked me up and wondered
why you’d picked me up at all.
You threw me away that day
and I realised then that I waited in the corner but
you don’t want to wear me again.

-flightless bird.

Undone

I’m feeling a little inspired today. Maybe it’s because I read Gone Girl.

you search for bright love
but you’re looking into dark eyes
you want to unleash your wings
but these are unforgiving skies
you think you know
but it’s all just a web of lies.

Valentine – Carol Ann Duffy

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

 

Ten days to one year. So I thought I should take time out from my extremely mad schedule and use my break to put forward one of my favourite Carol Ann Duffy poems. I have my final Individual Oral Commentary tomorrow and I am scared out of my mind and this is one of the poems that I might get. And this, I associate with you, for being there for me, and you know who you are. Thank you for standing by me, always and forever.