Making (Sh)It Up

Who
could
believe
we’d
get
this

That
we’d
ever
again
share
a kiss

That
both
our
hearts
a beat
would
miss

That
we’d be
together
bathed
in bliss

One Week On

What
exactly
am I
missing
out on?

Go on
then
please,
explain

It’s
your last
chance to
convince me

To
leave
the
house
again

 

Sigh

Sorry
it must
end
this way

She
said

But
I need
to let
you go

Please
don’t
forget
what we
had

He
said

Or
how
I loved
you
so

HeadRoom

I
did
not
realise

That
space
in my
head

Would
still be
filled
by you

Even
though
you’re
dead

Vandalism

All
that
time
together

With
nothing
left to
show

But a
heart
that is
broken

And a
space
down
below

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

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

‘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

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

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

True Colours

What
else
did
you
lose

She
asked

On
the
day
he
died?

All
the
love
and
respect

I
once
had
for
you

She
bitterly
replied

Ceasefire

Not
even a
worldwide
pandemic

Is
enough
to make
you see

That what
happened
to us was
your fault

And you
should
apologise
to me

(A) Void

I
would
smash
that
glass

And
reach
for
your
hand

If
only
I was
allowed

Yet
we
have
no
choice

But
to
press
against
it

Hearts
broken
and
heads
bowed

Eighteen Months

It’s
all
still
so
fucking
surreal

I
can’t
get my
head
around
it

Fuck
knows
what
I am
supposed
to feel

Let
alone
how
to
explain
it

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