I have loved you too much for my own good
I have been, and am indeed, obsessed
Now the need to love you less
The need, I plead, to be depressed
From high energy and bright lights
To low thoughts of loss and self deceit
Save the chance not to decimate
Want to say; let’s stay related
I have loved you far too deep
I have been affected, infected
Rejected, no more time to share
Priorities selected to prise us apart
Bricks and mortar, bonds of blood
Sticks and stones, and call names that hurt we
Wander into darkness, glazed over glares
Stare deep, into open place, avoid eyes
Process and outcome, education lost in time
Concentration lapse, forgotten hopes & thoughts
Factual representation, fictional probes
Such wasted and wanting, such wasted and wanting
Creation enabled, energy adsorbed, invigorated
Such wanting and wasting, such wasting and wanting
Wilful, skilful intellectualisation of decay and delusion
Integrating woven webs of traps and snares, snaps and stares
Breaking out and breaking through
Striking out and striking through, to the bleakest blackest blue
Morning glory and morning shame, hiding hope, hopeless pain
Familiar story, familiar; wrong choice, wretched crime of stain
Pour scorn; clench fist, ache of waste
Devastation; blinding flashback, blinding scream
Platitudes of pity, pleasant couldn’t care less poverty
Robbery, the conceit of deceit, repulsive to disgrace, to replace
Product of curse and clamour, tread, tramp, wish underfoot
Grieve, hate, depraved to still crave, to grovel, to grate
a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here
As if a metaphor for life
