Title: You Are My Own Worst Enemy
by Craig Broad from Cornwall | in writing, poetry, dark
I'm boxing with your shadow again
twelve rounds of blood, sweat and where have the years gone?
Particles of tears forming a glove and then nothing,
no chemical reaction, no gas exchange, I'm left empty handed again.
I'm playing kiss chase with the faint scent of your perfume
chinese whispers with the cold motionless lumps that were once your lungs
and stuck in the mud with the foot prints you left
on the winter dew of the road.
I'm sending you flowers,
a bunch for every time I miss you.
I'll leave them under your silhouette and next to the car debris,
if you are ever in need
you'll know where to find me.
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