Ayup.
Usually I blog about something but today I think I'm just gonna bite the bullet and post a poem. It's hard for me to post a poem because they're usually really personal but this one is written as Marilyn Monroe, or more importantly actually it's written as Norma Jean Baker and it's to JFK.

Have fun.

Marilyn to JFK

Do I still reek of Valium and compromise to you, or have the Paras and Aspirin taken effect?
Oh I’m sure that I’m larger than the average size temptation, yet these symptoms seem to be a dormant threat.
And in Hollywood taking cocktails of barbiturates and speed seemed to become my favourite party trick, and we'd sneak away, and I’d hope you'd confess you love that day, but my life remains a cell for the lonely and sick. 
Bourbon, Gin, and Vodka and whatever was on offer, bought me around from my love-induced coma, and whilst I’m lay on the floor, dreaming of how it was before, I began to cry and I could not make it end.

And in a moment of madness, I’ll call you up to find some kindness and you'd not answer, you're busy with your friends. 
And that's great and that's fine and whilst you're being wined and dined, I'm lay here dying, and thinking of how I love you.
I've written song, poetry and rhyme hoping you'd rescue me from these dark times, and whilst you're out there breaking hearts I'm being tortured by my mind.
And you can't see past the terror, but if you came to me, and held me and maybe even loved me, I think we'd find our happy ever after.

Ellie Wood. 

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