Bianca McCowat Poetry

Even if you called to say,
‘Fuck you and your selfish ways.’
I’d smile and nod and go along,
Knowing nothing, you’re not wrong.

As you’re leaving you’ve mistaken it all,
You’ve turned away you can’t see me fall.
The smile I brought has disappeared,
My heart collapsed just as feared.

Slow reactions and false starts,
Stay for longer, I’ll show you heart.
Give me time I’ll come around,
Patience is needed, or so I’ve found.

It’s not a song of love or joy,
Nor a song about a boy,
Recognise internal meanings,
This is me… my mental cleanings.

Poet: Bianca McCowat