The(ir) Split

It’s
not
about
what
she
did

Or
what
he did
either
to be
fair

It’s
about
how
it has
made
me feel

For
the
rest
I could
not
care

Temptress

We
really
shouldn’t
do this

She
said

If it’s
something
you’ll
regret

I won’t
know
until
we’re
done

He
said

And I
haven’t
started
yet

Love Bites

You
wore
your
roll
neck
jumper

So
you
thought
I wouldn’t
see

But
believe
me I
know
full
well

Those
marks
weren’t
left
by me

The Disengagement Party

I saw you looking

Over dinner

Your smile discreet

Hers a winner

I realised there

Was something more

When she sashayed

To the dance floor

I knew it then

In revelatory style

It’s obvious we

Won’t walk up the ailse

Bad Habits

We
really
should

Give
this
thing
up

But
my
willpower
is
fading

If
we
could
stop

Just
hooking
up

This
wouldn’t
feel so
degrading

Story Books

Read
to me
some
more

She
said

I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice

Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear

He
said

You
know
it’s
always
your
choice

Why Not

Come here

She implored

And sit with me

Let’s drink some wine

Watch shit TV

Hold hands

And talk all night

Until our troubles

Are out of sight

Like Lightning

I remember

When I thought
it was you

And
I made my
feelings
plain

But
then
I met
him

And within
seconds
I knew

I’d never
think about you

Again

Blindfolded

They
say
there’s
someone
for
everyone

But
how
can
that
possibly
be?

I’m
surprised
anyone
can
find
anyone

Trapped
in
this
insanity

(Prick)ly

Not
the
best
at
being
loved

But
pretty
good
at
loving

Not
the
best
at
being
pushed

But
pretty
good
at
shoving

Temptation

Although
it seems
I’ve
lost
my way

I’d
like to
make it
back
someday

Now all
I can
do is
hope
and
pray

That
you
won’t
lead me
further
astray

Oldies

Love’s
young
dream
we
weren’t

We
were
hardly
even
the
old

But
if
we
met
again

I’d
still
be
your
friend

If
the
truth
be
told

By Accident

And
just
like
that,

I
was
attracted.

Your
hand
warm
in
mine

Distracted
me
from
the
pain.

And
so I
fell in
love
with
you,

All
over
again.

Adjourned

Those
words
you
spoke
so softly
are etched
upon my
brain

A
permanent
reminder
that I
fucked
things
up
again

Stale

He
reaches
over for
my hand

Thinking
that
I’ll
understand

But
I don’t

He’s
hoping
that
I will
be grand

Living
in this
no man’s
land

But
I won’t