Self-Addressed

shiv

I don’t ask you to go
Sleep in the spare room
When I should

Instead I move
My pride aside and
Lift the duvet

After another
Excruciating evening
Spent excavating

You offer me
A chocolate éclair

A blank envelope
To stuff my feelings into

So I wander outside
Pacing my frustration

With each scrawl
My heart howls
Into the late-night
Summer air

Quietly plotting
My escape
Over the balcony

Watching the unmoving
Boats light up
The water

Sentences slip out
And I start
To shut down
My hopes

But then you come out to find me
And I don’t hear the traffic
Or my catastrophic thoughts
Sizzling along my synapses
Anymore

el_tiddlero

this is cool, i like the feeling it describes.. this line is my favourite...
"A blank envelope
To stuff my feelings into"
what a cracker of an image..
thumbs up!!

shiv

Thanks el tiddlero, appreciate the feedback!

ziggy sawdust

very nicely written - all the right bits in the right places - love the way the reference to the boats slips in - don't know why - just seems to fit - keep up the good work!!

zs