The relief
is palpableMy anxiety
is pacifiedOur normality
is restoredThank fuck
you replied
Tarnished
That ring
you gave
me has
slowly
turned
my finger
greenA more
appropriate
metaphor
for our
relationship
I have
never seen
Only Sadness Remains
I wander barefoot
in the rain
Trying to wash
away your stain
Now that I’m left
in eternal pain
I’d give anything
to laugh again
It Should Be Me
Looking
up
to
the
sky
Tears
falling
as
I
cry
Asking
over
and
over
why
Will
you
forever
pass
me
by
Cops & Robbers
Caught with
my hands
in the
sweetie jar
I retreat,
shamefaced,
when I
hear a
police car…
Who the
fuck has
called
the cops?
I’ve only
stolen
a couple
of pear
drops…
Power
I’ve walked
along
this road
before
Feeling
lonely
and
insecure
At least
this time
I know
for sure
You
cannot
hurt me
anymore
Each Time We Meet
Why isn’t
it me,
she asks,Why can’t
it be us?For I
already
love another,
he says,As her
dreams
crumble
to dust.
Undefeated
You might
not be
speaking
to me
But I know
you’re
speaking
about me
That
means
I win
08.08
So it’s another birthday
And what a day it has been
If I’d have known last year
What I know now
I would have jacked it all in
But I suppose now it’s time
At this ripe old age
And much to my chagrin
To find a way of moving forward
And discover the strength within
Childhood Memories
I got lost on my
eighth birthday.
Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,
if I’d never
been found.
Birthdays
The older I get
The more I realise
I never wanted to be here
In the first place
Out of Shape
In a world full of cubes,
I’m a dodecahedron.
Overly complicated.
Good Enough
So I’m good enough
to speak to today?
Now all your friends
have gone away?
Well I’ll hold my tongue
and try to be nice.
But you’ll find my lenience
will come at a price.
Over
Time will heal
Hearts can mend
Until then accept
This is the end
Stale (mate)
You
deserve
lessI
deserve
moreWe’re both
fucked either waySo let’s
call it a draw
Temple Bar
The hordes gather outside your hotel window.
Laughing,
Joking,
Having fun.
You wish you had the guts to be more like them.
Prettier,
Funnier,
More confident.
Instead you’re sitting in here alone with the curtains drawn.
With nothing but your ‘I Hate People’ badge for company.
Perpetual Brightness
This heat is exhausting,
It’s too much for me to bear.
My feet feel like they are on fire,
Sweat dripping from my hair.
I sit and pray for some relief,
Perhaps a cool calming breeze.
Something to help me ease the pain,
A salvation from this awful disease.
Hand Luggage
This weight
is too heavyIts burden
is too greatYet I struggle
on regardlessResigned
to my fate
Getting Dressed
I could
put on
a smile
Or put
on a
dress
But why
should I
bother?
Who is
there to
impress?
The Burden
If
only
I knew
what to do
I
would
not be so
reliant on you
If
only
I knew
how to grieve
It
would be
so much easier
to let you leave
If
only
I knew
who to be
I’d
thank you
for your help
then set you free
Don’t Touch Me
People
like me
can never
be lovedIt’s something we
won’t allowPeople
like me
can never
be lovedWe simply don’t
know how
The Night Shift
Is it
too late
to phone
in sick?
For life…
Aspirations
Off on
my travels
again
Hoping to
find some
peace
Perhaps I’ll
meet someone
new
And this
heartache will
cease
Sense (less)
I’m starting to forget.
Your face,
Your voice,
Your touch.
I don’t like it.
Apathy & Deception
How the
fuck am
I going
to get
through
today
when I
can’t even
open my
eyes?Why the
fuck am
I even
bothering
today
when
my life
is just
a myriad
of lies?
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.
No Way Back
To carry
on living
is proving
too hardWith my mind
and my body
so irrevocably
scarred
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 Jumble Sale
I rummage around inside my head as I search for what to say
But the silence means all you hear is that I don’t want you to stay
I rummage around inside my head as I look down to the floor
But the silence means all you hear is that I don’t love you anymore
What is painfully sad for both of us is that neither of these things are true
But this jumble sale of words in my head prevents me from being honest with you
A Long Forty Eight Hours
If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
a fifth can start
to appear.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
realise that
the end is near.If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
your mind can
start to bend.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
know it’s the
beginning of the end.
Life as a Relic
It’s like
I’m now
a museum
exhibitEveryone
is welcome
to stop
and stareBut there
is no
touching
allowed
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