Morning Regrets
“Once I knew a girl.
She fell in love with me in an intoxicated whirl.
Then the morrow, when I met her gaze,
I realized that to her I had been nothing but a phase.”
Losing Him
It hurts less
To think your life’s become a mess
Starting from the day I left
Than to see you thrive
And deprive
The girl who loved you less
Than her lovingly nurtured regrets
Of the future she never had.
My Origin Story
When my heart you so cruelly rejected,
Suffice it to say, I was most dejected.
Your treachery onto all men I projected,
Innocents to much cruelty I subjected.
I Am Not…
I am not your child to raise,
Not your mother to attend to your every whim,
Nor a concubine to fulfil your every desire.
Either I am your partner, an equal, or nothing at all.
I refuse to accept anything less than fairness.
Fragile – Handle with Care
I am like glass,
Easily shattered.
But if I break in your hands,
I’ll cut you, too.
I promise you,
If you try to tear me down,
I’ll drag you with me.
Blair Boleyn’s work delves into the darker facets of love and friendship, often infused with a magical, occasionally Arthurian twist. She also runs the following Instagram account: @blairboleynwrites.
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