Ornamental

 

I used to want to be loved

The velvet glove to stroke my face

Tears fall
Like people,
Death waltzes down my face.

 

I would like to hang my issues
Round somebody elses neck,

A perverse pendant,
It was easier when I had someone to blame.
Where there’s blame there’s a claim.

I have tried to name names
I know where you are
And I know you don’t love me.
None of them do.
Everybody looks,
No one f***s.

 

I am merely ornamental.

Your Mother’s figurine
You dare not touch
For fear of it smashing
Crashing to the floor
Cascading ceramics,
Melodramatics.