tears filled the bath

Oh my baby knows how to keep a ghost
He was the last evidence of my youth love

I’m still wasting whiskeys to erase you from my mind
But apparently they don’t seem to hold a wet mop
I had a talk sitting on the floor every goddamn night

Hiding my face when the new ones are coming in
Nothing is ever enough to save your drowned blood
Inside of my unwatered soil

No matter I do
No matter where I go
There will always be at least one street of Edinburgh
That I cannot pass by

No matter where I love
No matter who I meet
There will always be at least someone
that I cannot even say “hi”

Oh what a shame that we were not in love enough
Oh darling I don’t even know if you had died
In that darkness you created and put me in København
Cage’s door was open but you never meant to see the light

Half hearted both waited
Among deaths and mirrors
Godlike wishes like we were the favourites of kisses
Fingertips in beds are kept as slaves
Just in case maybe you could have mannered up your pain

But honestly we cannot even be clay of pottery
I know for forever you can only cause me lethal poetry

It seems like I can never release from you, really…

Reviews

[August]

beren, everytime i read a new poem from you, i think nothing can top it and you prove me wrong everytime.. this is so good esp the "but honestly we cannot even be clay of pottery, i know forever you can only cause me lethal poetry".. you're amazing, keep writing..

[Neville]

My goodness this is so bloomin good I near lost the calm I had been cultivating in your recent absence .. not only that, I had begun to think about tracking down each one of those one hundred and twenty three individuals who visited this page before me and left without leaving a trace of their visit behind .. and giving them a piece of my mind .. Neville 😎🌻👍