From the Heart

It doesn’t take long for walls to break down and barriers to be opened. You let someone in with a click of your fingers and expect them to stay. For the days to be long and joyful and filled with love and kindness, and for a while it is. He brings you flowers and you cook him dinner. He takes you out and you bring him gifts. You give and you take. Emotionally and physically and mentally. He cries on your shoulder and you tell him you love him. He buys you chocolate and a nice card. You write him a love letter and tell him you care. You lose a friend and he lets you cry on his shoulder. Then the flowers wilt and the dinner is gone and the restaurants are shut and the gifts are broken. The love is dying and the chocolate was eaten and the letter ignored. His shoulder isn’t there anymore. You can’t see your friends and you can’t wear that top and you should tidy your mess but I won’t tidy mine. It’s almost the song of the year, and not a song anyone likes. Little things twist and darken. Slow enough and deadly enough to poison you before you realise it’s too late. Your birthday doesn’t matter and working is more important and people are dying so why are you upset? You can’t get annoyed because it’s your fault that happened. It got ignored because it wasn’t important. Why does it matter? Can you cure the poison or does it need removing? The question haunts you in the day and kills you in the night. The winds whisper remove but the trees rustle cure. The butterflies leave your stomach and cloud your mind. A hurricane whizzing round and round and round and round and round and round and round until you can hardly breathe. How do you escape? How do you find the cure? Is there a cure or do you run away?