I am mine

I am my own muse,
this is empowerment not confidence, so dont get confused,
I am not second best I refuse, 
I’m the front of the fucking queue,
I am the most beautiful view, 
I am the first flower that grew for I am renewed,
I am me I am true I got through,
I am that first sip of coffee in the morning,
I am the red sky at night so no warning, 
I am the sun I am the rainfall,
I radiate heat and pour pain, no more
I am a great catch… that everyone saw
I am a tenner you found on the floor,
I’m the first wave on the shore 
dip your toes in for more 
but I am not yours,
I am mine I am fucking fine I am your first high, pour me a glass of wine,
I am an uncontrollable laugh where you cry,
I am that embrace after a long goodbye
you never have to ask me why,
I am that warm apple pie (that you might want to fuck, Jim) each to their own and each to their moan,
I am sex, I am delicate, I am dominant, I am no one’s insignificant other, 
I am a lover in leather,
I am the orgasm in your chasm,
you know what I’m fantastic 
I’m no barbie (ferreira) I am eve,
I am creation and you should leave,
will you get on your knees for me?
are ye fucking kiddin me? Dickhead!
I am the horizon coming up ahead though,
I am that satisfyingly risen sourdough bread,
I am a perfectly poached egg (vegan options available),
I am the arms that cradle,
I am the winning hand at the table,
I’m insatiable, I’m fucking interglacial,
you are fatal, you seeped into my system like fucking Chernobyl,
I’m still awaiting my repairs cost via paypal,
I gave you the last bite of my bagel man,
I’m not very good with betrayal (as you may have noticed)
you made me feel unstable and labelled me sensitive you insensitive asshole 
I feel everything, even what you stole,
I am my own goal,
and you were a pothole on my road, on the road to my soul, I am whole,
I am your first and last meal,
I am real,
broken now healed,
I am not a devils deal,
I’ve been revived like Ian fucking Beale! 
I am a carnival
but don’t take me for a ride,
hold me and waltz me 
and set me a light like a catherine wheel 
fireWORK my body right,
remember I am the light in the night so no, I do not need a shiny fucking knight,
I don’t need a red bull to take flight,
all I ask is for people to try and be kind,
don’t overprice me for I am priceless 
either that or you cannot afford this,
I’m sure you’re reaping your mistakes and I’d be your last wish,
one final kiss
as if 
you son of a bitch,
you really do think your shit smells like roses superimposing yourself into my show with the audacity of always being fucking late,
I am the main character, so gyrate away,
you gotta learn to grow, otherwise you’ll be stuck with yourself as an inmate forever, take a refresher course, saddle up, ride that rose quartz to your purpose,
I am the release of endolphins,
and I am owning it,
flowing, glowing, coping,
and telling crappy jokes,
I need a needle and thread for all the seeds you’ve sown,
I’m giving myself hope not a rope,
I am growth, I am those love notes you’d get in class in between tables and graphs, 
I was never any good at maths,
foolishly feeling you adding to me but fraction by fracture you gave me a lower worth,
In all honesty you’re average, hold on, that’s too polite, you plus you equals total cunt,
I always said I wouldn’t use the word cunt in my poems but it pretty much summed it up.
I will not stop going up, I gotta remember I am enough, I am more than enough,
there will be no more tears or shed blood,
the next time I fall it’ll be into my own arms, because this girl needs to guard her own heart because so far it feels like it’s been used to jumpstart your fiat,
although I would describe myself as a perfect parallel park,
ah here, these words are just a reminder that my presence was a present,
you weren’t even present half the time and one day you’ll walk past me, look back and realise what we had and regret everything you did to let it end.
—————————————————————
In the name of our absent fathers, the actual sun, the holy spirit of gin amen, you’re gone 
you Judas bastard pretending to be a John 
 
Poet, photographer, pun lover and livin’ my life in the colour purple.
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