Boring

If we ever

Met again

I’d explain why

I walked away

It wasn’t that

I didn’t want to chat

But I simply

Had nothing to say

Dead Cert

You’re a gambling man

She said

What odds would you give me?

On you seeing it though

He said

I’d give you 2 to 3

A Fate Worse Than Death

I will always say

That I’m doing well

And that nothing

Could ever annoy me

Because if I didn’t

That look

On your face

Would absolutely destroy me

Hitting Back

What you said

That day

Hurt me

How you treated me

Was wrong

So I’ll make sure

You get yours

To rapturous applause

Before

Too fucking long

Spilled Guts

If only you knew

You’re heaven sent

How you just listening

Helps me to vent

But you never will

Cause I’ll never say

As I wouldn’t risk

You walking away

You Never Listen Anyway

I’m starting to think

It’s time

For someone else

To help you instead

You’re far too reliant

And much too incompliant

For me

To sort out your head

Entering The Stream

A simple girl

With simple needs

Willing to wander

Through the weeds

Searching for something

True to find

While leaving all

Her doubts behind

That’s Life

Wearing away

My heart and soul

Destroying me was

Your only goal

So with your daggers

You proceeded

Until I was broken

And you’d succeeded

I Didn’t Believe You Anyway

Remember

When you told me

I’d never get hurt again

That it didn’t matter

How my heart was shattered

As there wouldn’t be

Any more pain

Well, you lied

This is worse

Self Preservation

Stop giving

It all away

And save some

For yourself

If you carry on

It’ll all be gone

And you’ll destroy

Your mental health

Lesson Learned

Every time

I tried to speak

I realised

I couldn’t

Because

Every time

I opened up

You’d show me why

I shouldn’t

Ghosts Of The Past

I think it’s unfair

To suggest

I use my childhood

As a shield

When, in fact,

It’s the way they act

That makes me

Unwilling

To yield

Beautifully Ruined

For the first time

In a long time

I felt myself

Today

Full of lumps

Bruises and bumps

Yet I still took

My own breath away

Staying Power

I understand

It takes time

For wounds

Like these

To heal

But I got bored

Of myself

Years ago

So fuck knows

How you feel

“Mine, Yours and The Truth”

When you said

I should leave

I did what

You asked me to do

I used that day

To run away

From everything

I knew

All those years

You took the blame

For me pressing

Self destruct

When, in truth,

It was just an excuse

That I used

To get fucked

Without A Fuss

Don’t you want to get better?

No, she politely replied

I think folks would be happier

If I just quietly died

Clean

All those worries

Doubts and fears

Washed away

Through a river

Of tears

Like Candy From A Baby

You seem to spend more time

Smiling

He said

Than you ever did

Before

I’ve just gotten better 

At hiding

She said

So you won’t ask me

Anymore

Up ↑