Fight Club

Who do you
think you are?

You malicious
little cow

This time you’ve
gone too far

Surely no one will
believe you now

Bored

You
have
got
that
look
again
in
your
eye

The
one
that
says
you
can’t
wait
to say
goodbye

Self Help

Why
do you
write
these
poems

He
said

If
you’re
not
going
to show
everyone?

Because
these
words
are
my life

She
said

They
are
not
for
just
anyone

Mum Knows Best

Why
didn’t
you
follow
your
dreams?

She
said

Using
your
good
humour
and wit

Now
you’ve
got no
choice

She
said

But
to put
up with
his
bullshit

The Trial

You don’t
have to
prove
anything

He said

Least
of all
to me

But I
need to
prove it
to myself

She said

Otherwise
I’ll never
be free

Hindsight

If I
could
go back
to that
night

Knowing
what
I
now
know

I would
hold you
in my
arms so
tight

And
never
let
you
go

Xxx

Well, You Asked…

Even
though
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerable

Reading
your
words
over and
over again
really
does just
make me
miserable

999

God
knows
why I
didn’t
wake up
dead

Or why
I didn’t
think
to plan
this far
ahead