I don't wanna be horrible
But I said and she said
And do you know what I said
And no one said
And nothing was said horribly about
I'm an 8 out of 10 if you ask me
And you know it's not that bad
It's so off colour it's not even real
I'm sorry I did that
And why are you texting me about tonight
Look at your eyes
This is a found poem made up of snippets of different conversations I heard in The Kings on Saturday night. I found them quite entrancing. These photos bellow are what was written on the toilet door I was looking at as I listened to the people around me. I thought they opitomised the tone of the conversations.
The best thing in the world
With the exception of chocolate
Is cwtches in the morning
When you are warm and have sleep in your eye
I come in close and put my
Body against yours
It’s warm and soft
You look at me and say
With all the love you can muster
These are the best moments
You are as beautiful as you are broken
And I would have glued every shard of you together
Piece by piece
Until blood poured from my crippled hands
Just to make you whole.
But you will always remain fractured,
Ill fitting in the body and mind which god granted you
Until you stop looking for what you see as normal.
And if you love men
Love them with all you are.
As I loved you.