Today was really hard. I felt like my mind was slipping.
I sent an sms
I tried to unsend it
I tried to take it back
But its lunging, clumsy inexperience blundered on
Bursting good will and pleasance - like an over-ripe pomegranate,
I asked her if i was bugging her.
I’m sure someone once said, that by trying to grasp love you crush it.
No, wait it was Dorothy Parker - she said,
“Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays.
Clutch it, and it darts away”
She was probably a psycho-stalker too - she probably killed her lover by slipping mercury in his pimm’s.
Jilted BUTTERFLY
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psycho-stalker/
