Deceit

Lying to
myself
is bad
enough

But
lying
to you
hurts
more

But
there’s
no way
I could
be truthful

That’s
for
fucking
sure

Granite

I wish
you were
with me

Gently
squeezing
my hand

Providing
me with
comfort

Helping me
understand

A Kind Man

A kind man once said to me

You can be anything you want to be

But it’s hard to believe that you could matter

In amongst all this chatter

A kind man once said to me

You can do anything you want to do

But it’s hard to believe that could be true

When you live your life as I do

A kind man once said to me

You can say whatever you want

But it’s hard to believe you could speak that way

When you’ve never felt that it’s okay

A kind man once said to me

You are capable of more than you think

But it’s hard to believe you could make that link

As your heart, once more, begins to sink

You’re Too Kind

Thirty
six
thousand
words

And
each
one of
them
shite

But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers

I
must
be doing
something
right

Such A Cliché

I don’t
know if
you’re
aware

She
said

But
I’ve
been
feeling
rather
down

Let me
fetch my
notebook

He
said

Reaching
forward
with a
frown

Deep Breaths

Maybe
you’ll
change
your
mind

Or
maybe
you
won’t

But
one
thing
is for
sure

You’ll
regret
it if
you
don’t

Inkling

I think you feel

The way I do

That your heart beats

Like mine does too

That your mind wanders

On the same path as me

That you also dream

Of when you’ll be free

HeadRoom

I
did
not
realise

That
space
in my
head

Would
still be
filled
by you

Even
though
you’re
dead

Dumped

All
those
times
I was
there
for
you

I
never
asked
for a
thing
in return

Well
you’re
on your
own

You
self
righteous
cunt

So
perhaps
now
you’ll
learn

Vandalism

All
that
time
together

With
nothing
left to
show

But a
heart
that is
broken

And a
space
down
below

Mother’s Ruin

As
the rot
starts
to set
in

I
pour
myself
another
gin

To
silence
the pain
in my
head

As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift

My
mood
starts
to
lift

And
I can
finally
get out
of bed

Group Therapy

I’m
glad
you
find
it
helpful

But I
certainly
do not

What’s
the
point
in
telling
tales

When
you’ve
already
lost
the
plot?

Please Bear With Me

I’m
sorry
I haven’t
been
around

As
much
as I’d
like
to be

But
lately
my life
has run
aground

And
your
words
won’t
go in,

You see

Circling

Like
vultures

Eyeing up
the bones

Of those of us
who went before

Now rotting
on the stones

It’s The Small Things That Hurt The Most

How long does it take

To only reach for one mug

To only set out one plate

To programme the heating to come on at seven

Instead of leaving it too late

To only buy one pint of milk

To only get one lottery ticket

To stop saying hello as you walk in the house

Because there’s none else in it

Campfire Tales

I ask
them
over
and
over
again

What
did
I do to
deserve
this
pain

As I
look
up to
the
starry
sky

The
knife
you
plunged
makes
me cry

Fervour

I’ve
written
all the
words

Now I’ve
just to
press
send

But
as my
finger
hovers

I’m
scared
our time
will end

Wounded

They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk

But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?

At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve

And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve

Cambuslang

All
those
days we
stayed
in bed

They
rattle
around
inside
my head

Until
the tears
run from
my eyes

As the
love we
shared
slowly
dies

Xxx

K(not)

All
I can
say is
I live
in hope

That
one day
I will
tie that
rope

As
tightly
as I see
it in
my mind

And
all my
troubles
I’ll leave
behind

Flashback

The
figure
creeps
around
outside

As I
watch
the
darkness
descend

I lie
there
rigid,
fraught
with fear

As
I know
how this
will
end

Reminiscence

I could
spend
hours
writing
poetry

But
I could
never
do it
justice

How
once
upon
a time
we
had
it
all

But
now
I’ve
been
left
lifeless

Nonsense

When
the
wine
is in

The
wit
is
out

And
it’s a
good
job

To
be
honest

As
what
else

Would
we talk
about?

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