One
thousand
poemsAnd I am
finally
doneThis
battle is
now overAnd my
war has
been won
Internal Monologue
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Just cheer up
you miserable cunt
Your wallowing
is excruciating
And your self
pity an affront
You Vs Me
You
can
cry
All
you
want
But
it’s
your
fault
It’s
come
to
this
You’re
the
one
Who
led
me
on
And
it
was
you
Who
took
the
piss
In(sin)cerity
You say
you’ve
got it
roughWell I’m
calling
bullshitAs I’m
the one
doing
it toughYou
fucking
hypocrite
The Seventh Commandment
I wish
that
I could
tell you
more
But
I know
I am
not
allowed
For
our
moral
code
dictates
That
my
feelings
I must
enshroud
The Reckoning
If you
can’t
bear
to see
the hurt
you’ve
caused
Then
feel
free
to
look
away
For I
know
that
guilt
will
fuck
you up
And
you’ll
face
the
truth
one day
Resigned
No
longer
looking for
reasons
to liveRapidly
running
out of
fucks
to give
‘All Apologies’
One down,
A thousand to go.
This shit is harder
Than it looks,
You know.
Impure
When
you
close
your
eyes
at night
Please
don’t
think
of me
Just
pretend
I’m
someone
else
Footloose
and
fancy-
free
E(strange)d
You can say
what you wantBut you’re
still a cuntYour actions
I can’t forgiveFor I’ll bear
the bruntOf your
audacious stuntFor as long as
we both shall live
Recouperation
There’s
nothing
like
being
looked
after
By
those
who
love
you
the
most
There’s
nothing
more
nourishing
than
laughter
And
being
brought
rounds of
hot buttered
toast
Friends With Benefits
There
is no
wayThat
I can
shareFor
what
we haveIs
beyond
compare
The Other Side Of The Story
Seriously
What do you
want from me?
Why can’t you
just let me go?
Don’t you think
I’ve got enough
to deal with
Without your
tales of woe?
Madison County
With one
hand
pressed
against
the door
I try
to work
out who
I love
more
And in
that split
second
I decide
to stay
I throw
my one
chance at
happiness
away
‘… Such Sweet Sorrow’
Every
time
we
say
goodbye
I wish
that
you
would
stay
For
another
piece
of my
soul is
crushed
Every
time
you
walk
away
‘I Could Be Wrong / I Could Be Right…’
The
pressure is
on to find
meaning
In
this so
called life
of mine
But I
just can’t
help but
feeling
That it’s
a total
waste
of time
Misrepresentation
The old days
Were not good
Trust me
I remember
Bad Seed
I
wish
there
was a
way
I
could
make
you
see
That
good
boys
like
you
Aren’t
for
bad
girls
like me
You Should’ve Said
You’ve only
been given
what you
deservePunishment
for keeping
so much
in reserve
Emergency Flares
I’m
really
not
fineI’m
really
not fine
at allSurely
you
must
see it?Can’t you
hear my
distress
call?
