Poem – Dust In The Wounds :

So here I am at the altar
With a veil of all my broken promises
And girls who faked it
And fragile glass kisses
Who breaks it?
I’m marrying myself,
Still too fragile to say I Do
It was all a broken ideal
To make you realise I’m right here
Thinking of you.
I wanted you to smash on the glass
Like Hoffman in The Graduate.
Perhaps I should just tell you how I feel
Instead of writing all these slightly guarded things about you, my love.
There’s no honeymoon when the girl doesn’t know how you feel.
The fantasy life can never be real.


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