The Soiree

It was
exactly
one year
ago

That we
were all
sat in
that tent

But there
was only
one who
truly
listened

To my
broken
hearted
lament

From that
day we’ve
kept in
touch

Developing
connections
of our
own

That’s
because
you chose
both of us

To reap
from the
seeds you
had sown

Celebrity Suicide Breeds Public Dishonesty

So you can
empathise
with her

Someone
you only
saw on TV?

But when
my shit hit
the fan

You couldn’t
sympathise
with me?

Well fuck your
social media
petition

And your
boycott of
that rag

Why not look
a little closer
to home?

You
disingenuous
old hag

Nyctophilia

I’m
better
alone
than in
company

Just
like I’m
happier
in the
dark

That
way
I never
have to
see anyone

Or
hear
another
disparaging
remark

A Helping Hand

Although
we have
now come
to an end

Your help
to me
has been
a godsend

Even
though
my heart
you could
not mend

You’ve
stopped
me from
going round
the bend