I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I kiss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I kiss you
I miss you
I kiss you
I miss you
I kiss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
so much
Last Year
It wasn’t
just the
end of us
It was
the end of
everything
Xxx
9.15am
I
was
high
And
so were
you
As we
said our
goodbye
In the
morning
hue
The Day After The Night Before
The come down
from seeing you
is a pain
I’ll always be
willing to endure
Speechless
There is so much
I want to tell you
So many things
I want to share
But my tears flow
all over again
When I realise
you’re not there
Sense (less)
I’m starting to forget.
Your face,
Your voice,
Your touch.
I don’t like it.
Guilty
I got lost
in his eyes
when he spoke to me
and, for a moment,
I wondered what
it would be like
to hold his hand.I’m sorry.
Creaky Floorboards
Tonight is
the first time
I’ve felt real fear
Being
home alone
without you here
What if someone
breaks in during
the night?
Will I survive
now you’re not
here to fight?
The Back of the Wardrobe
I foolishly
made a
mistake
today
I opened
the box
I’d hidden
away
Where the
memories of
my life
are kept
Along with
all the silent
tears I’ve
wept
Hide & Seek
When I
think back
I realise
that I
lost myself
way before
I lost you
Photographs
A
camera
snaps a
memory
Of a
single
moment
in time
I’m glad
there’s not
that many
of us
My
one time
partner
in crime
I don’t want
anyone to
see our
photographs
Because
our
memories
are mine
Written In The Stars
When you
fall in
love with
complicated peopleBe prepared
for it to
end in a
complicated wayAnd for you
to be left
searching for
an explanationForever
Royal Exchange Square
I had to come back here,
How could I not?
Because it all started here,
On that night I’ve never forgot.
Xxx
Happier
Perhaps we’d
have been
happier
as strangers,For never
having met.Perhaps we’d
have been
happier
as strangers,With nothing
to regret.
Missing
I miss
the conversations
we’ll never have.I miss
the places
we’ll never go.I miss
the love
we’ll never make.I miss
the memories
we’ll never share
I Love You
If I met you again,
For the first time,
I wouldn’t change a thing.
I’d do it all again,
Exactly the same,
Taking you under my wing.
But I should have,
if I could have,
told you that
I loved you
more.
Perhaps then
my life now
wouldn’t be
so difficult
to endure.
Commitment
You were
always so
terrified
that I
would leave.When,
after all
was said
and done,
I was the
only one
who stayed.
1000 Miles
The message from the search engine pings.
Their spies inform me that last month I visited:
Three different countries,
Fifteen different cities,
And twenty one different places.
That means I travelled over 1000 miles, last month.
Each one without you.
And every one with an empty heart.
Homeward Bound
It’s not the travelling without you that I miss…
But the call home to tell you I’ve arrived.
The Act
I can act like I’m happy,
I can act like I’m there.
I can act like I’m over it,
I can act like I care.
But it’s all to avoid having to admit,
That I’m just really fucking scared of life.
Without you.
Their Big Day
What am I supposed to say?
What am I supposed to do?
Everyone is happy, today.
But my heart is broken here,
without you.
Xxx
Wedding Bells
Who knows
what will happen
when I get there.
Who knows
what will happen
along the way.
What I do know
is that you
won’t be there.
And my tears
will fall
all day.
The Past
Some days
it’s easy
to remember
youSome days
it’s hard
to forget
youSome days
I don’t want
to remember
youSome days
I never want
to forget
you
Promises
I promise myself
never again
every time
and every time
I believe it.
But the truth is
forgetting you is
a promise
I am powerless
to keep.
Circles
Enough of you
is
too much
Too much of you
is
never enough
Home
It pains me to think
of the amount of times
I wished I'd come home
to find the house exactly
as I'd left it
How ironic that now
that's what happens,
what I want more than anything
is to come home and find you
just as I'd left you
School of Anatomy
He was everything to me for such a long time.
I loved him like I’ll never love anyone ever again.
But then he died.
Now he is your silent teacher.
And I’m so proud of him.
Tomorrow
I’m not sure how I’ll feel when I’m forced to remember you, tomorrow.
Forced to remember those torturous nights.
Forced to remember those heart breaking conversations.
They were so private, so personal, so intense.
Those words only ever destined to leave your lips and reach my ears.
There will be others there that feel the same way about their loved one, I’m sure.
And there will be others there just to watch. To steal someone else’s story to tell as their own.
Fuck them.
I’m not sure how I’ll feel when I’m forced to remember you, tomorrow.
I just wish you were still here.
And that I didn’t have to go.
If Only We’d Ended It Then…
I finally understand it.
I have realised the way things are.
I accept it.
I am not your woman.
You are not my man.
You are not mine to have.
I am not yours to hold.
We are friends.
This has always been clear.
You are unobtainable.
Out of my reach.
It's not that I don't care -
I do.
It's not that I'm not jealous - I am.
But now I finally understand it.
Now I have realised the way things are.
Now I accept it.
And it's okay.
Really.
xxx
18 Years & 290 Days
Did I ever really know you at all, I wonder?
There was so much about you that I found fascinating.
Dark, brooding and mysterious.
Inexplicable in so many ways.
The expanse of your mind knew no bounds.
The depths of your heart the same.
You were so enchanting and intoxicating to me.
Such a fragile beauty.
I'm glad you didn't linger.
I'm thankful you didn't wither away.
I'm honoured I was with you, in those final moments.
Because I may never have really known you,
but I knew that look in your eyes.
I knew that grip of your hand.
I know my face was the last thing you saw.
You knew I was there, with you.
You knew I wouldn't leave.
You knew you were loved.
Still Hear
I still hear your key rattle in the door,
I still hear your footsteps across the floor.
I still hear your rubbish music playing,
I still hear your awesome temper fraying.
I still hear you impart your innate wisdom,
I still hear you berate with fierce criticism.
I still hear you sing your daft wee songs,
I still hear the bubble of your endless bongs.
I still hear you chew too loudly when you eat,
I still hear the thump of your heart beat.
I still hear your laugh and your wry chuckle,
I still hear your beloved belt unbuckle.
I still hear your enticing voice roar,
I still hear your thunderous snore.
I still hear your exasperated sigh,
I still hear your exhausted cry.
I Wish You Were,
Still Here.
Peregrines
I once said you were the most powerful man I knew
But you had to go and prove me wrong, didn't you?
xxx
Waiting
It’s like you’ve been round at your pals house for the evening, and you’re going to call me in a minute to tell me you’re on the bus home…
But you never call…
The Only One
You said I was the only one who made you laugh.
You said I was the only one who made you cry.
You said I was the only one that made you feel safe.
You said I was the only one you could trust.
You said I was the only one who made you feel special.
You said I was the only one that mattered.
You said I was the only one who taught you patience.
You said I was the only one who taught you to be happy.
You said I was the only one who taught you to love.
Then you left.
And I was the only one who cried.
Sleepless in Riddrie
It's when I think about you the most.
In the wee small hours,
When I can't sleep.
Because of you.
It's your fault.
I say it often and it's true.
You have no right to make me feel the way you do.
Constant simultaneous conflicting emotions.
I know it's just sex between us.
But I feel more.
I know it's not the same for you.
You love another, after all.
I feel more of a connection.
Not just physically but mentally too.
I know when you are going to call or send a message.
It's no surprise: I sense it.
But I am scared.
I don't know the rules to your game.
I don't have the capacity to learn.
Perhaps I never will.
It's okay for you.
You have been here before.
But I know you will get sick of me, eventually.
And I won't know what else to do.
Xxx
Three Hundred and Sixty Five Days
It is unbelievable to think that trip
was three hundred and sixty five days ago.
Just one anonymous face in a sea of many.
My twenty three year old dream realised.
Outstanding.
There was no way to know then where I would be now.
Here, three hundred and sixty five days on, alone.
I would trade every second of that trip,
to have just one more minute,
with you.
xxx
‘7 months on’
I'm not sure what's worse.
Not knowing, or knowing that I could have known
but was too scared to find out.
If only I wasn't so fucking awkward,
I would know now.
I wouldn't feel the way I do,
thinking every day 'what if?'
I'm sure you've moved on,
but I haven't.
I'm sure it meant nothing to you in the first place,
but it did to me.
I'm sure you don't even care anyway,
but I do.
I want to find out.
I want to know.
But I don't know what to do.
Please let me know how.
Now.
Friday 29th September 2000
It's been a month now since I moved in with you
and I have never been happier.
Truly.
I know now I love you.
For all the good and all the bad - I love you.
I love being near you,
being around you,
and just having conversations with you.
I love looking after you,
making sure you are okay,
and that you are safe in your head and in your heart.
That you can face the day with a smile.
That is what you do for me, after all.
Whatever happens from now on,
I know I will always love you.
I will always want to be with you,
bicker with you and watch TV with you,
drink tea with you and sleep next to you.
Just knowing you are there with me is enough.
Just knowing you love me 'a bit' will be enough.
Only I know how much I love you.
I just hope one day you will feel the same.
I hope, with all my heart and soul, that you do already.
I don't think I've cried this month ... at all.
xxx
Loving You…
feels like I've been thrown into the Loch,
the freezing water sucking me down,
with no one on dry land to throw me a lifeline.
Long Distance Train Journeys
They say you don't know what you have got until it's gone.
And what they say is true.
I understand that now.
Now it's over.
Mind, I never really had you in the first place did I?
It was never official.
It was never a proper relationship.
It was just sex.
Mad, passionate, glorious sex.
Maybe it is my fault.
Maybe I don't take life 'seriously enough'.
All I know is that at 4.08pm my train will leave Central Station
and you will be in Cambuslang.
And I'm going to miss these last seven weeks forever.
xxx
You
You make me feel like I could jump from the top of the world…
…and still survive