Never To Be Seen Again

Though I caught his eye

As he said goodbye

I couldn’t quite tell

If he would jump

But when he didn’t show up

Later on that month

I knew to the bridge

He had succumbed

The Agave Blues

Lying here prone

On the bathroom floor

Praying my sins be absolved

If I can just resolve

To show tequila the door

The Sins Of Fathers

If I was to meet my father

When he was a younger man

I would ask him some questions

To help me to understand

Like did he ever really love her

That’s what I’d like to know

Why did he defy his parents

If it was all just for show?

Why when he had his own kids

Did he revert back to what he knew

Why treat us the way he had been

What was he trying to do?

But most of all I’d tell him

Of the mistakes he was going to make

And convince him to do things differently

For our relationships sake

On A Loop

It doesn’t matter

What you do

Or how many fantasies

You suggest

As nothing can beat

The reality

That plays

Inside my head

Just An Act

I watched you tonight

Schmoozing the crowd

All good-natured

And affable

Yet I’ve seen you inside

Where there’s nowhere to hide

And the difference

Is fucking laughable

Knowing Our Luck

Where will it end

She said

When will it all

Just stop

I’ve got no fucking idea

He said

But I know we’re both

For the chop

Silence Kills

I thought that you

Were telling the truth

When you said

You were here to help

Yet despite my decline

I realised in time

You were only ever out

For yourself

Mother’s Day

As she sat down

She looked around

And each of their smiles

Was a winner  

Yet she couldn’t help 

But think to herself 

They are only here

For the dinner

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)

Maudlin

Perhaps I should consider

Meeting someone else instead  

But I can’t help thinking 

(Especially when drinking) 

That I’d be better off dead

Like Arseholes

Suggestions on what

To do and not

Believe me,

I’ve had a billion

But remember that

What you state as fact

Is just

Your fucking opinion

Mere Mortal

If I could learn

To love myself

I know how happy

I could be

But the effort required 

Would be superhuman

And I don’t have that much

In me

Worth A Try

I’ll get up to eat

Some food today

As opposed to staying

In bed

Maybe then I’ll find

Ways to busy my mind

Instead of laying there

Like I’m dead

Another Kick In The Teeth

There was once a time

When I could go home

Shower

And wash myself clean

But now there’s no let up

No matter how hard I scrub

From the pain

My body has seen

Nightlife

Sneaking outside

For a cheeky cigarette

I catch your eye

And swiftly regret

That I said

I’d go home with him

Creeping back inside

And to the bar

I see you again

Peering from afar

And I know

That it’s sink or swim


It’s your hair at first

That grabs my attention

But when I see your face

I know my intention

Is to take you back 

To mine

And as I watch you again

When you walk back in

Standing at the bar

Ordering a drink

I know it’s just 

A matter of time

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)

The Leap Year Dinner

I’m really looking forward to it

She said

I think we’ll have a good night

I think it’ll all depend

He said

On any home truths coming to light

Fucking Things Up

I didn’t mean

For you to leave

All I needed

Was a break

And now you’ve gone

All I do is dwell on

My unintentional

Mistake

‘Sing Me To Sleep’

I see you hold her

In your arms

And wonder if she’ll succunb

To your boyish charms

Because if it was me

That you cradled so tight

I’d want to stay there

All day and all night

Through Space And Time

If only there was a button 

That, when pressed, whisked you away

And you found yourself at the beginning

Of a different time and day

Then I would press that button 

And I would grab your hand 

And let that portal transport us

Both to the promised land

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)

Ruing The Day

When you asked me

If I loved you

How I wish

That I’d said no

Then my being exploited

Could’ve been avoided

And this pain

I’d never have known

Pyrrhic Victories

Why even try

In the end

Why bother

To believe

There’s just

Disappointment

And a lack 

Of enjoyment

No matter what

We try to achieve

Freshers Week

As she wound her way

To the dancefloor

With a drink held tight

In each hand

I knew there and then

That we’d be friends

In ways no-one else

Would understand

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