How I Loved, And Lost…More Than My Keys



How many times
Have I walked away from love
I can’t count
The times

I don’t remember

What I didn’t have
Inside of me

I have only been in love
Once before now
I fucked it up
Threw it away

And it hurt

There were
Curtains of rain
An empty pain
Tear stained pages
Throughout the ages
Lasting two years

A heart is going to grieve
It was hard to breathe

When you let go you can fall
Fear of falling
Is the cushion we hold onto
Because we believe
That breaking is bad and painful

But I had to go through
To now have

But long story short
I do not want my life to be an oral parable
Perhaps I’ll write ditty’s about flowers instead
Or maybe not


Yours, while realising oral parables are poetry for those with failing eyesight. Hey, did you hear the one about…la dee da

Missy Jubilee

This has been a short chapter from Missy Jubilee’s ‘Vagina’. My Sex Life from the Inside Out

It contains fancy-schmancy odes about my sex life & abnormal existence within normal society, at a speed of 80,000 words a year

Disclaimer: These sentences were constructed by a button pushing monkey in the Missyverse Highfaluting Word Factory located in Outer-La La Land.

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