Self Inflicted

I’m not
moving
from
my bed
today

At least
until this
hangover
goes
away

Then
I’ll curl
up on my
favourite
armchair

And eat
crisps
all night
without
a care

Dinnertime

I’ll never
go back
there
again

They
can all
just get
to fuck

I’ve no
desire
to talk
to them

As with
my heart
they’ve
ran amuck

Limitless

You can
push me

And you
can pull me

But don’t
expect me

To break
apart

For I’ve
got tenacity

And
durability

Down to
a fine art

No Fucks Given

I want
nothing
more

Than
to be
alone

With a
bottle
of booze

Sitting
in my
own home

With the
lights
down low

Listening to
my favorite
songs

Remembering
my
rights

And
justifying
my wrongs

Drunk

Looking in
the mirror
gives me
a fright,

But I think
I had a
good time
last night.

I don’t
remember
much or how
I got home,

Thank
fuck I’ve
woken up
alone.

The Trouble With Juniper

Nobody
knows
the
trouble
I’ve seen

The loves
and the
losses and
everything
in-between

On one
too many
gin bottles
I have
relied

To keep
all of my
secrets
hidden
inside

I’d Only Stand in the Kitchen Anyway…

For the third night in a row there are people having a party, somewhere, along my street.

I can hear them talking and laughing in their garden.

I can smell their cigarette smoke through my open window.

I can hear the rattle of beer bottles as they are thrown into the recycle bin.

Music blares away until the early hours.

I’m so jealous sitting here, miserable and alone, night after night.

I mean, I can be fun too you know.

Well, kind of.