You are my favourite bookmark
I like coming back to you
maybe a little torn and stained
but well distinguished.
You are like star gazing,
where silence envelopes you
and you don't mind
drowning further,
that.
You are the extra mayo
in my shawarma,
the smell that lingers
of freshly washed hair
on a sunday morning.
You are home.
Be ferocious, be unkind,
they hurt you even when they know it.
Be loathesome if you ought to
you called a spade a spade and not a crooked knife.
Clench your teeth in resentment,
for bad needs to be beaten by worse, most times.
A vein or two may pop out from your head
as a sign of your impending victory.
Be ruthless and unforgiving,
gullibility cannot seek redemption.
Win over your fears and doubts,
just the way it had attacked you
unannounced.
Let it not tear you, devour you to bits
or is that silly mind
messing with you again?
