Bruised

It’s
OK

You
can
say
it

After
all
it’s
true

I
know
you
never

Really
loved
me

Like
how
I loved
you

Row 3 Seat 5

I don’t know
who said you
were funny

But I think
you’re pretty
witless

This really
wasn’t worth
the money

As I’m sitting
here bored
shitless

Alone

It’s
just
fear

That’s
all
it
is

That
when
push
comes
to
shove

It’ll
all
end
like
this

Precision

Just be
careful
not to
slip

Not one
ounce of
blood to
drip

For you
don’t want
them to
see

Just how
messed
up you
can be

Back Shift

Arsing
about
working
from
home

Has
never
been
such
fun

Watching
TV
whilst
getting
paid

For
doing
the
bare
minimum

Locked Down

I
don’t
know
about
you

But
I can
certainly
say
for
me

That
this
is
definitely
not

Like
I thought
it
would
be

Slap And Tickle

I
have
tried to
move on

My
feelings
for you
to shelve

But
when
push
comes to
shove

I just
can’t
help
myself

‘Interlude’

Time has dragged on today

Even more than most

It started off quite well too

Sitting down with tea and toast

But then the clock seemed to stop

At some point this afternoon

When opening up my laptop

Did nothing to lift the gloom

And as the evening drew itself in

I’ve sat here all alone

Thouroughly bored in my own skin

Barely stifling a groan

So now I guess I’ll go to bed

And lie there on my own

Until the clock stops in my head

And I dream in monochrome

Trauma

But
you
were
doing
so well

He
said

I
don’t
quite
understand

Coming
back
from
hell

She
said

Doesn’t
always
go to
plan

Haste Ye Back

Something tells me this won’t be our last as you’ll realise you want me and will return so fast to where my arms openly await as we slowly allow that twist of fate to keep us ensconced together forever come hell or high water whatever the weather as the love we make is all we need to keep our hearts open and our minds freed

Kids

I
love
you

You
love
me

Let’s
make a
little
family

But try
not to
fuck
them up

Like our
folks did
to us

That way
they’ll be
fabulous

With A Twist

Is
it
too
early
to start
drinking

She
asked

As
this
is
too
much
to bear

That’s
exactly
what
I was
thinking

He
said

As
he
pulled
up a
chair

Soothsayer

Thank
you
for
alerting
me

To
what
I could
feel

But
could
not
see

Because
of
you

I
am
now
free

To
be
the
person

I
want
to
be

Off Grid

So
what
is your
plan

He
asked

Where
do we
go from
here?

I
haven’t
got a
clue

She
said

Shall
we
just
disappear?

An Apathetic Author

It’s
hard to
write
it all
down

What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside

But now
is the
time to
start
again

For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide

To My Heart

If
only
I
could
make
you
see

That
it is
you
who
keeps
the
key

Oh
how
much
fun
it
could
be

Finding
ways
to
make
us
both
happy

Sick & Tired

And
so
begins
another
day

Where
I pretend
every
thing
is ok

If
only
there
was
another
way

As I
hate
being
such a
fucking
cliché

Disdain

It would have been quite easy

Had you wanted to commit

To just imagine for a second

What it’s like to go through it

But in the end you chose not to

Which leads me to be blunt

Because of the things you did not do

You really are a cunt

Half The Battle

All
of a
sudden
now
it
seems

That
my
waking
mind
is
empty

You
only
exist
in
my
dreams

But of
those
there
are
still
plenty

Princess

You
claim
to be
perfect

But
yet you
were ill
equipt

To show
any real
love or
compassion

So to
me your
crown has
slipped

Schadenfreude

I know
I really
shouldn’t
laugh

At her
seemingly
heartfelt
epitaph

But I
know you
would’ve
had a giggle

At such
overwrought
sentimental
drivel

Xxx

99 Bottles

The
only
way
I know

That
the
weekend
is here

Is to
put
on my
favourite
record

And
sink
a crate
of beer

Instructions

What
is so
hard to
understand

When
preserving
life is
the goal?

Just shut
the fuck up
and stay
at home

You
complete
and utter
asshole!

‘The Hardest Word’

Please
can
you
come
back

She
begged

I’ll
get
down
on my
knees

But
you
told
me
you
didn’t
want me

He
said

So I
thought
you
would be
pleased

Pillow Talk

I’ll
never
be able
to give
you

Exactly
what
you
want

I can
be
your
standby
fuck
buddy

But
never
your
confidant

Damaged Goods

It
really
isn’t
you,
it’s
me

You
deserve
to be
happy

But
you
won’t
get to
share

In
anything
with
me

But
sadness,
heartache
and
despair

And
untold
misery

Hail Mary

You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands

I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans

Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression

Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession

Bottleneck

Fill it
up to
the top

So that
I can
drink
again

I want to
feel the
pleasure

And to
forget
the pain

Second Fiddle

Drunkenly
wishing
upon a
star

Won’t
make my
dreams
come true

For he’ll
never be
able to
love me

Half as
much as
he loved
you

Talent(less)

I wish I could
take your plaudit

But I just write
what comes to me

My inability
to self edit

Laid bare for
all to see

Stricken

Recent
events
have
taken
their
toll

On
my
body
and
my
mind

I
just
wish
I
could
go
back
to
when

I
didn’t
feel
so
sick
inside

Fear

I’m
going
back
to bed

It’s
not
worth
staying
awake

From
these
thoughts
in my
head

I need a
fucking
break

Drunk, Down and Potentially Out

Yet another day with the urge to quit

How the fuck do I deal with it

Without you by my side

With all your love and kindness to me me denied

Perhaps I should just put it all to an end

Rather than continue going around the bend

As hanging on has never been worth it

Not when I face this tsunami of bullshit

Relief

As I
open
up my
scars

The
blood
flows
once
more

As I
begin
to see
stars

I fall,
sated,
to the
floor

Tributary

The love
I once
had to
give

Ran so
deep
and
wide

But now,
it seems,
the river
is dry

As I’m
all but
dead
inside

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