It Never Happened Like That…

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I mistaked an imperfect moment
for a bad one.
Though I could never find the words.
Stopping to tie a note to
the yarn every few months,
every pardoning my French
twisting nerves around my fingers.
It tired me.
I laid out my profanities
in a string around my neck.
Each scratch true in the
night-encrusted rope running
to just slightly beyond my reach.
It didn’t take long.
The scent of Guinness and the
anniversary of when the colours
began to merge
tied the knots tighter.
I could never help myself.
I was closer than ever
and I only thought closer,
running circles around myself
strung to a finger,
fighting every urge to escape.
Just like this.
There I’d stay,
silent, immoveable.
I’d stay. Everything would stay.
All that could stay would stay with it.
This never happened.

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About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: www.facebook.com/dickensianjack Cheers, enjoy.
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