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Divorce the in-laws.

Trash the garbage bags.

Kitty litter smells.

Dump the scraps for the birds.

Re-usable?

Only if someone else likes dirt.

Stress re-enacts the moments.

The memories.

The people involved make the situation recur.

No way to get away.

Fear finds you wherever you go.

A man’s house is his castle.

A woman’s bedroom is his brothel.

Why do we tolerate this?

Want, no.

Need, probably.

Cat purring up a storm

‘in my lap.

Interfering with my plans, yes.

Helpful and comforting, ultimately yes!

Can you turn your head?

Do you still get dizzy or unbalanced?

Then you shouldn’t be driving!

I have been thinking about you.

How I cannot understand

Why someone like you

Would like someone like me.

I find it difficult to say things

Even though I know you will listen.

I feel supported in a loving relationship.

Something in all of my adult life

I have never felt before.

I grew up

Having to prove I was strong

Independent

Able to take care of myself.

All I ever wanted was to run away.

Escape.

Leave behind the guilt and disillusionment

That I was someone.

That I was someone.

That I could be someone.

Not just anyone

But someone significant.

As I work through my traumas

I know I will have your support

Even though it still feels unreal.

Also, I will keep reminding you

Of how amazing you are

Because I know there are days

Where you don’t feel it.

I never thought I would actually find my soulmate.

But I did.

Thank you.

I love you Title Boy!

Saturn’s Premier Poet.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

But how can I get away from my self.

I am forever thinking.

Worrying, hating myself.

How can I grow fonder of myself

When I can never be absent?

Trace the line

As it cracks open

Revealing treasures

Unknown.

Colours brilliant,

Surprising

And fascinating.

All in one rock.

When financial troubles

escalate.

Things need to be done now.

Yet, the processes take time.

My energy is low

and dealing with this

will mean I will be a zombie

for the rest of the day.

Stress keeps coming at me quick.

I need to think and make decisions.

Until a soft furry head butts my arm

reminding me to slow down and pet her.