If you kiss me
Like that again
What happens next
Won’t be my fault
Our settings will be changed
Forever
And won’t be restored
To default
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If you kiss me
Like that again
What happens next
Won’t be my fault
Our settings will be changed
Forever
And won’t be restored
To default
Lying in bed
Late at night
I turn over
With a sigh
I reach out
With my hand
But it’s empty
Where you’d lie
Xxx
You only get one chance with me
And you blew it good and proper
Now it’s not about forgiveness
It’s all about my honour
Champagne and strawberries
On the lawn
Pictures of love
So delicately drawn
The heavens open
Colours are blurred
Dreams are halted
And smiles deferred
‘I journey through the desert of the mind
With no hope…’
‘Buddy, I’m still alive…’
‘Thank God I found the good in goodbye…’
Down a shot
Smoke a blunt
Either way
You’re still a cunt
Here’s hoping
I don’t get drunk tonight
And tell you
What I really think
I didn’t think
There was anything else
You could do to anger me
But then you go
And confront me with
A fucking awful cup of tea
I sit and wonder
If the weather today
Will be any less shit
Than before
Oh, who am I kidding
The clouds are forbidding
So it’s obvious
What’s in store
You could have been
So much more
But you drank it all away
I know deep down
Your heart was sore
And that you didn’t want to stay
But I wish you knew
How much we cared
And only wanted the best
Now you’re no longer here
We hope
You are finally at rest
(For O.R)
Even if I had any fucks left
I still wouldn’t give one to you
You had me at goodbye
But lost me at hello
As night falls
So does my mood
And I can’t stop crying
Again
They were the glory days
Although we didn’t know it then
Oh, how I’d love to go back
And do it all again
With you
52,806 words
Who knew death could be so productive?
‘Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain…’
“My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.”
– Sir Anthony Hopkins
You were always going to die
Before me
We were resigned to that fate
But it shouldn’t have been
When you were forty five
And I was thirty eight
Xxx
I still cry for him at night
You know
There’ll never be a time
I won’t
Just because you’re not here
To wipe away
My tears
Doesn’t mean
I don’t
Okay, okay
I’ve heard you say
You never really loved me
Anyway
There’s no need
To rub it in
It’s nice to know
That it’s still there
That flat with the ship
On the door
But to see inside
Broke my heart
As we don’t live there
Anymore
Xxx
It was only in losing you
Forever
That I truly found myself
Xxx
Nobody says ‘potahto’
I was doing better alone
Then you came and messed with my head
So now I’ve got a different set of problems
To think about instead
Out walking alone
Serotonin in winter
Remains elusive
What a goal
What a man
Sometimes football makes you cry
Like nothing else can
It’s the little things
That I hate
And the big things too
In fact there isn’t anything
That I actually like about you
Not since those heady days
Of Haddaway in ’93
Have I really asked
How long it lasts
And what love means to me
‘And I’m wasted all the time
I’ve gotta drink you right off of my mind…’
“If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high … hooray for you”
-Dorian Corey
Why is everything so fucking bleak with you
He said
Why can’t you just stop moping around
For my melancholy is lifelong
She said
And no cure can be found
There’s really no point anymore
Now that joy seems so out of reach
It’s better to go now, than to linger
And to practice what I preach
Pretending gets tiring
After a while
So in the end you stop
With no cylinders left firing
And an inibility to smile
It’s back up to that rooftop
Well that’s me back
In the doldrums again
Months of progress
Down the drain
I can no longer be bothered
With any motivation to find
For it’s clear now nothing will fix
This fragile mind of mine
The rain
May well
Have passed
She said
But sadly
So has
My prime
I pride myself on my planning
I write lists day after day
I schedule my time wisely
So that nothing gets in the way
I prepare for every eventuality
Without a pause for breath
But the one thing I didn’t account for
Was your untimely death
Xxx
If all roads lead to hell
Then let me out of the car
As I’m looking for salvation
And I’ve already come too far
Isn’t it just amazing
What reading aloud can do
How through someone else’s voice
Your story can feel all the more true
I’m honoured you picked this piece, my friend,
And have given it life anew
I may well have written the words
But here the credit belongs to you
A huge thanks to Matt Snyder of https://aprolicicpotpourri.art/
https://anchor.fm/matt-david-snyder/embed/episodes/The-Bakery-Aisle-ev39s1 A short story about love by my favorite writer/collaborator friend from Northern Scotland, Little Charmer.
Short Story Saturday: The Bakery Aisle
New friends
Old friends
Friends I’ve yet to meet
I hope and pray
One day you’ll say
That I was right up your street
‘A man can tell a thousand lies
I’ve learned my lesson well…’
‘I am a man more sinned against than sinning.’
King Lear: Act III, Scene II
There was a naughty boy
And that naughty boy was you
So now you’re a man
Don’t think that you can
All of your bad deeds undo
Why the fuck did we start this
He said
When we knew it would have to end
I guess now we’re no longer lovers
She said
We can never be friends
I may have
A long life left
But what use is it
Without any light
For all of my fire
Has been douted
Ever since
That awful night
It’s only when you lie
I find
That my pain goes away
But when you tell the truth
I find
I don’t know what to say
To not know
Who to trust
Certainly fucking hurts
But to be unsure
Of ones own self
Is infinitely worse
If the choice
Is to go hard
Or go home
I know
Where I’m headed
I didn’t consider
Killing myself today
So that has to be a plus
I did, however,
Consider killing you
So there’s still issues
To discuss
We left it all
At La Belle Aurore
So we needn’t say
Any more
I do not come here
Every week
Looking for praise or reward
For I don’t deserve
Any of those things
Of that I have been assured
I’m finally closing the curtains
In the windows of my mind
Another bleeding heart
With wisdom left to impart
You will have to find
‘Thou Shalt Think For Yourselves’
It’s fun
While it lasts
Then you go home
Embarrassed