Performed by Val Cole

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POEM:

I find myself attached to a woman in the most peculiar way. I love her, but she’s a fractal scar of a person. She’s been struck by life, but who hasn’t. There’s a quietness I love about her – sheepish to show me what she likes; what music makes her soul breathe, what hobbies make her days feel more fresh.

I like how she makes a bad week into a perfect day, and I like how her by my side is like time standing still; honey in the air.

She drives me mad, but I keep running back to her everytime we argue. When we work together…we work together. I need her and I hope she needs me.

You do things for love that feel unnatural. Money gets spent, trips are traveled, and you don’t know yourself from the man you were first meeting her.

There’s diamonds and there’s rough, and she has a lot of dirt on her…but I don’t mind cleaning.

I love how she feels in my mind, but when we’re silent with one another it’s like a tumor; swelling and cracking my skull. I need her to be a part of my station; she’s the only frequency I want to hear.

The air is warm when she’s near. Not snow, sleet or rain could make me feel differently.

I want a coat made out of her voice. I want to put her smile in my pocket.

We break up and make up and now we’re just…two hearts in limbo.

I gave her all I could, but I’ll scrape the bottom of the barrel for more. I can pull my hair out over you but I’m not tired, and it always grows back.

I love you like I can’t explain. You’re mine, like blood in my body.

I hope I don’t say things in vain, because we’re cogs. We’re designed the same.

I want you to see what I see, and not run away. Every push feels like my soul is being punched.

I need you to heal yourself, so I can be yours.

I do my part, clean shaven and law abiding. The world is scary and I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m trying. I try everyday to keep calm, but you make my emotions curse themselves.

You’re torrential…but you cool me down.

You’re mine. I want you even if it all seems pitch black.

You can be cold, but even a single match can draw heat for two.

Be mine, and open the door for my eternal waiting. A rose sits in my pocket even if I am just bones now.

…nevermind…I realised my own worth.