Poems from 2019: ‘Infectious’

An abstract perfection.

An immortal deception.

I see my reflection

And make my selection.

As our thoughts synchronise,

I see tears in my eyes

And I feel butterflies.

These flimsy things I despise.

I hold it all down

And slip into a gown.

Carefully disguising breakdowns.

Turning tears to crystal crowns.

Trying hopelessly to maintain,

While thoughts are untying my brain,

Might be going insane.

But still, we go round again.

Step out of my palace,

Try not to be callous,

That face filled with malice,

An emotional unbalance.

Just an endless affection,

Constant perfection,

Society’s rejection,

My vile infection.