The lights that glitter over the sea,
the sliver of silver sparkle
in the shadows of the waves
then crash and creep
inwards and outwards
An ebb and flow
of sky, life and the sea
this is home to me –
it is more than just an estuary
There’s no peace,
Not in this life
Defined by body types
and whether you have a gap between your thighs
Success, written in the curvature
of your arse – or chest –
Be my fucking guest.
Do I meet the requirements?
Have I passed the test?
Too large, Doesn’t fit the mould
Nonetheless, bodies reduce to bones
a skeleton: equal in the end
No evidence is left
What did you expect?
So, how big is your coffin when you die?
How many attendees at your funeral,
what did you leave behind?
A bank balance
People always leave,
Like buses we come and go
We move on to the next stop
Determined by society.
The briefest exchange leaving a mark on us
Will we travel to that place again?
See the same sights on our travels
Or are we destined to finish our route alone
Maybe we will cross paths again,
Number 7 and number 24
Until then we will travel aimlessly
To stops in which are pre-destinate
Love is no happy ever after
No fairytale, no perfect ending.
It’s settling for what you can put up with
Ease and comfort founding the equation
There’s no love at first sight,
Infused upon reciprocation
A mutual business transaction-
Romance is purely passing the time
Sex: two animals coming together
And love just a myth
A survival mechanism
So don’t fucking talk to me about love,
It’s only genetics
You’re just saying “you’ll aid my survival”
Not “I’m in love with you”.