Contributor: Paul Tristram

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Into my chest she runs
then out the other side.
She nearly made it that time
she almost stayed inside.
But I really can’t be bothered
with bastard love and romance.
I’ve had my times of stupidity
I’ve left the idiot’s dance.
I loved so very much once
heart bigger than battleship.
But her selfish submarine
sunk our doomed relationship.
As she shuddered in laughter
I crawled off in disgrace.
Leaving pieces of a broken heart
as my only visible trace.
I hid within a cave
the cave within my soul.
Until the pain was bearable
until my mind was whole.
I came back badly stained
yet, stronger than before.
As love’s last unwanted charge
came crashing through my door.
So here I am now standing
waiting for her second try.
I fill myself with hatred
let her choke herself and die.


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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
Buy his book ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036