Catherine Heath
May 2020
Partners in crime;
In madness.
Virginia and Leonard Woolf;
Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes––
These are the famous couples,
Waging war, through art
And books.
He, the most hated man,
She, the most loved.
Vacuous tourists
Smearing hate on her gravestone,
Because they don’t understand passion––
Or art,
Or love.
One day I hope
We can be together again;
Souls locked,
Entwined forever––
Just like we were meant to be.
Love
Feels like a punishment,
Or you’re not doing it right.
Love is pain,
And anguish;
Loyalty––
And love.
She looks mad––
It’s just intensity,
Burning with a smouldering passion.
You want to lock her up,
But he has the key
(Delirious,
And sad.)
I’m doing it to prove a point;
Can’t you see?
I love you both;
Torn between two worlds,
So everyone can be happy.
We’ll all be happy in the end;
Because I’m an evil genius
(She made me strong
And fierce)––
Don’t fuck with me.
Calling me back
With the softest touch;
Violently heterosexual
(It looks somehow insane).
There’s something crazy about him;
The crazy haze of molten eyes
Surprise and delight;
You are mine,
Or nothing at all.
I don’t want to be your friend,
Or your girlfriend––
I am furious,
Because you are mine.
Born with a terrible burden;
You are magnificent,
And sad,
But I am glad
You are with me,
Because I will never judge you.
You made me conscious;
That’s no mean feat.
You are my sensei;
My superman;
My knight in shining armour.
You know what I want,
And what I need––
And that
Is a feat,
Indeed.
I see you all in him,
Somehow––
The patchwork mess of a man,
More perfect than could be imagined.
That’s why being in true love looks mad––
Because you are violently more
Than you could ever be
Alone.
You gave birth to a genius,
And you never even knew it.
(Everyone hates her,
And that’s just how she likes it)––
That means we’re finally
Doing something right.
It’s the most romantic thing
I’ve ever heard of,
And I’m happy with that.
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