You said
To me
You’d always
Be true
Yet it’s clear
That forever
Meant fuck all
To you
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You said
To me
You’d always
Be true
Yet it’s clear
That forever
Meant fuck all
To you
She awoke that morning to the sound of the bells. Those fucking incessant church bells that plagued her every Sunday morning. She opened one eye to the world and, as the daylight scorched her alcohol soaked retina, she quickly closed it again. Fucking tequila, she murmured. Never again. Yeah, right.
Then she remembered. Shit. She tentatively slid her hand across the mattress. She felt his presence before she heard his snore. Fucking tequila, she murmured again. Bollocks.
She took a deep breath and forced both of her eyes open to absorb the piercing light this time. The bells had stopped thank fuck. One less thing to deal with.
She sat up, carefully, and embraced the world. She wasn’t ready to wake the man whose name she had forgotten – or in truth had never known – just yet.
She crawled, with great difficulty, from the bed. Every bone feeling like a dead weight, she managed to pull last nights shirt over her head and stumble to the kitchen.
She took a glass from the draining board and filled it with ice cold water from the stainless steel tap. She revelled in the smooth taste cleansing her mouth, her throat and her head. She glugged down four paracetamol and proceeded to the bathroom to wash the lingering taste of the man from her mouth.
She looked at herself in the mirror. I look like I feel, she thought, and I feel like shit. Still, first things first. She needed to get this fucker out. Composing herself and her aching limbs she strode into the bedroom; clapping her hands loudly as she stepped.
‘Rise and shine sleeping beauty’ she croaked. ‘Time to go’. The mound of stale sweat, alcohol and drool lay motionless under the duvet. ‘I said come on motherfucker – move’. She shouted louder this time pairing her cry with a swift kick to what she hoped was his kidney area. The man whimpered as he rolled over on to his front.
‘Just come back to bed, babe’ he muttered sleepily.
‘Babe? Are you fucking shitting me mate? Just get the fuck out of my bed!’ She was shaking him now as he heaved himself upright. Dazed and confused he looked into her eyes, realisation slowly dawning that if he wanted to keep his testicles intact he’d better not argue. He hurriedly dressed as she shooed him out of the bedroom and pushed him out of the flat – the front door knocking him over as he pulled on his boots.
‘Well, thanks for that and everything. But I won’t be calling you again’ she snipped.
‘But, I..’ was all she heard before she slammed the door in his puzzled, but albeit pretty cute, face.
She stalked back to bed, vowing never to drink tequila again.
Yeah, right.
(Originally Posted 06.03.2019)
You spoke to me without being forced.
You said my full name, without being told what it was.
You looked at me.
I was happy just to see you.
Being in the same building as you again sent chills
down my spine and welled tears in my eyes.
I had recognised your presence and then let it go.
Like always.
But you took it further, this time.
You spoke to me without being forced.
You said my full name, without being told what it was.
You looked at me.
I could not believe what was happening.
My foolish response - 'Wow, you know my name' -
swirling in the air around us,
choking me with its embarrassment.
You smiled your vacant smile.
You muttered something and walked away.
Words cannot describe how I felt.
You spoke to me without being forced.
You said my full name, without being told what it was.
You looked at me.
It made it all seem worthwhile.
The years of following you. The years of obsession.
You spoke to me.
I had to get another drink and light a cigarette.
So, I noticed, did you.
When you spoke to me that second time,
I don't think I was present.
I had seen you walking in my direction,
but I had ceased to exist.
You said 'I see you all the time at parties,
but I never get a chance to talk to you'.
I drowned in the ecstasy of your words,
and further still when you said 'See you soon'.
Those three words gave me so much hope.
Hope I never had before.
Not even after the notes...
For the rest of the night I watched you, watching me.
At least I pretended not to watch you,
pretending not to watch me.
But I was so happy. Elated in fact.
You had spoken to me without being forced.
You said my full name without being told what it was.
You looked at me.
When you left the room, and I watched you go,
you didn't just take your pretty little head with you.
You took a piece of me too.
A piece of me that will be with you always,
and lost to me...
Forever.
For MR
(Originally Posted 03/03/2019)
You’re in the supermarket on a cold winters day.
You’re minding your own business, pushing your trolley and checking items off your list when your nose twitches at the smell of freshly baked bread. Tempted, you wander over to the bakery.
Your stomach grumbles as you peruse the counter. Your eyes widen as they drink in the glorious delights on offer. Loaves, rolls, buns, cakes, pastries, biscuits, tarts: each as tantalising as the next. After much internal deliberation you finally decide which one to buy.
A chocolate eclair.
You signal your selection to the assistant who hands you your prize in a cardboard box, neatly tied with ribbon. You carefully place the box at the far end of your trolley, safely stowed away from heavier household goods that might roll around and crush it.
You finish the rest of your shopping a little quicker now, somehow lighter of step, and stride with purpose to the checkout.
You hastily pack and pick up your shopping bags but you grip the box tightly in your hand, carrying it safely all the way out to your car.
You drive along with the box calling to you, provocatively, on the passenger seat. You glance over every few minutes, stretching out a protective hand and smiling in anticipation.
You get home and unpack your shopping whilst waiting, impatiently, for the kettle to boil. The box consumes your thoughts as you drum your fingers on the counter top, and your excitement continues to build.
You sit down in your favourite chair and make yourself comfortable. You tenderly untie the ribbon and lift the lid of the box. You lick your lips as your heart quickens and you finally take a bite of the glistening chocolate eclair.
You begin to realise, as you chew, that it doesn’t taste as good as you thought it would.
The cream is artificial and bland. The pastry is soggy and sticks to your cheeks. The chocolate is saccharine and hurts your teeth.
Disappointed, you put the remaining piece of the chocolate eclair back into the box, close the lid and re-tie the ribbon. You throw the box in the bin without a care in the world.
And that’s what love is like.
Being lured in by the chocolate eclair when, all along, you really should have picked the strawberry tart.
(Originally Posted 07.03.2019)
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is a pain
In the proverbial behind
That summer with you was glorious.
I was young, fearless and eager to learn.
You were older, wiser and willing to teach.
I can still recall that first night. You grabbed my hand and whispered ‘Come with me’.
We sailed past the doormen and into the club. I remember that heady mix of beer in plastic glasses, cigarette smoke and pounding bass lines in darkened alcoves.
We danced all night as those songs played and we lost ourselves in each other.
That summer was twenty two years ago, but it feels like it was yesterday.
Thank You.
For JH.
(Originally Posted 24.03.2019)
Don’t come crawling back now
Amazed at what you find
For I’m the one
Who carried on
When you left me behind
Don't look at me that way
If you can't back up
What your eyes betray
(Originally Posted 22.03.2019)
He
really
loved
you,
you
know
Like
only
a true
friend
can
I
know
I was
his
woman
But
you
were
definitely
his man
If only I could ask you,
But I never should.If only I could show you,
But I never would.If only you could tell me,
But you never should.If only you could love me,
But you never would.(Originally Posted 20.04.2019)
Why not
let me
show you
some magic,
he said,
as they lay
on the
laminate floor.Your attempt
to woo me
is tragic,
she said,
but in
her heart
she wasn’t
so sure.(Originally Posted 19.06.2019)
I don’t want to just be friends
I don’t want to let this go
You may be able to walk away
But this is all I know
If this is how life is going to be
Then I wish to play no part.
I have neither the strength nor the desire
To risk another broken heart.
(Originally Posted 19.05.2019)
I’ve dreamt of you before
She said
And I didn’t fall for you then
Well I’m here in real life now
He said
So let me try again
I
think
you
might
expire
He
said
If
your
sigh
gets
any
heavier
Well,
I guess
I'd be
better
off
She
said
Now
he's
agreed
to marry
her
This back and forth
Between us both
Has certainly served a purpose
But now we know
Our virtue exists
Merely on the surface
I only ever wanted you
But then he arrived instead
Now there’s no chance
In any circumstance
Of you sleeping in my bed
I
shall
make it
My
life's
work
To
ensure
this
Is
never
repeated
That
never
again
Will
I fall
in love
With
someone so
conceited
If we were to meet again
I’d simply walk on by
I’d turn my head away from you
Try not to catch your eye
For I could not do this again
Your loss has left me broken
No, I’d simply walk on by
With nary a word spoken
Tell me you don’t want me
And I’ll walk away if I must
But just make sure
Your heart can endure
As you won’t see me again for dust
You could just say how you feel
He said
Instead of sending me a song
But these folks are professionals
She said
And I’d only get it wrong
We can’t both be dreamers
She said
Or nothing will get done
We’ll just have to take it in turns
He said
For us each to have our fun
Throw me onto the bed
Dear boy
Your body on mine impose
For a meeting of minds
Is not required
Let alone
An entwinement of souls
I hate it
When you look at me
For all I see
Is pain
But what hurts more
Is I can’t be sure
I won’t fuck it up
Again
Some people stay together
And hate every second of it
But as they’re bound by tradition
They put up with each others shit
They’re worn down day after day
But are far too scared to leave
For of a life full of happiness
They cannot possibly conceive
Maybe one day we’ll meet again
And maybe one day we won’t
But one things for sure
We’ll never be anything more
Than what either of us had hoped
Of my love
For you
I’ve never been
More certain
It is time
To drop
The safety curtain
So with confidence
And fiery gusto
Let’s just get
On with our show
It seems that I am destined
To forever rue the day
I didn’t just pack up my bags
And simply walk away
Run around
Jump up and down
There’s a new love in town!
He’s really neat
And ever so sweet
This black heart skips a beat
I think that now
I’m ready for more
I want him to whisk me
Across the dancefloor
Let’s both jump
Into this taxi
Please just take me home
And have me
I’m done waiting
Now is our time
Let’s grasp this moment
Whilst we’re in our prime
This cannot be
What you want
Surely
It's a joke
For I am not
That kind of woman
And you are not
That bloke
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