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boy daniel lewis
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United Kingdom

♥: hot tea, rainy days, poetry, roses, winter, thunderstorms, biscuits, bowties, reading

♥: the thick of it, doctor who, sherlock, merlin, vicious, brideshead revisited, the hours


i was a dog.
i came when you called,
sat at your feet by the fireplace even when the coals
were too close, too hot
for comfort.
things like that don’t matter when you’re sitting in the lap of your
the collar was too tight around my throat,
and i’d veer off the sidewalk when you took me out
in the hopes that i’d choke.
there’s a spot at the edge of the bed for me.
i’m supposed to be honoured by this scrap.
your wife lies in the cold spot next to you,
and i’m obliged to take what’s offered, because
your scraps are better than meagre me.

wrong, says the wolf.
she peels back my layers and slips out of my skin.
her teeth are sharper and when master calls,
when he pulls the leash taut and i can feel the spit dribble down over my maw,
i feel his fingertips at the back of my throat
and bite.
your wife lies in the cold spot next to you,
a cold and perfect two.
the foot of the bed feels like ice.
all this time you thought the wolves were in sheep's clothing when they were already at your throat

“il n'y a qu'un bonheur dans la vie,”
she says, and i scoff.

there’s blue welts peppering my cheek
and a thick cut on my upper lip,
bandages over my fists.
“your nose is bleeding,”
he says.
i say,
“you did that.”
he laughs.

my nose is still broken,
when his bumps it.

“i don’t know how,”
i say,
“we got here.”
he laughs.

“of course,”
he says,
“of course i will.”
i laugh.

my nose is still bent out of shape,
but when my fingers skate over the pages,
“il n'y a qu'un bonheur dans la vie,”
like they skate over twin bands,
i don’t disagree.
and i will always say i’m sorry
and i will always say i’m fine
when the apples of your cheeks
and my knuckles, they collide
and i will always say i’m sorry
about the bruises on your neck
and i will always say i’m sorry
that i’m not what you expect
and i will always say i miss you
when we’re in between the sheets
but when you miss me most
is when i’m missing you the least
and i will always say i’m sorry
when you always say you’re fine
but the thing is these apologies
are all inside my mind

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HecticHarmony Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the +fav on my Poem Your Life Is Not A British Television Show Giggle La la la la
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oaklungs Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2014
thank you so much
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empty-lungs Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
yo, thanks for the favourite :)
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IrrevocableFate Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2013   Writer
:heart: Thank you.
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Porridges Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
oh my lord can i just say that wow your poetry is like amazing please never stop ok that is all by now ♡
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