Poetic Dedications

Poetic Dedications 

No, you listen to me, you don’t want a poem written about you. Every person that has appeared on these pages is dead and buried. I might be itching now, my heart might long desperately to write for a you; this you I have in mind, but take it for what it’s worth, listen to my actions and everything else.

Do not read into my metaphors, my purple prose, my symbols, because I will bastardise you beyond recognition. You will be carved into a caricature, a delusion, of an idealised wannabe that I have seared deep into my head. Like a shark, once I’ve tasted your blood I won’t ever DARE to let you go. 

Do not ask me for a poem because you think I might write something cute; darling, I will, but when you leave me in the dust– every line I’ve engraved with love turns into nitroglycerin. 

2 April 2025