Bored To Tears

There was a time

I’d humour you

But that has long

Since passed

It’s not like I ever

Wanted to know

That’s why I

Never asked

At Daggers Drawn

As another sun sets

On our argument

My stomach

Is still in bits 

Because of all the things

We could’ve been 

I never thought

That we’d be this

The Heat Of The Moment

I never said 

You weren’t thoughtful

Not conscientious or kind 

It’s just that when I said 

I wish you were dead 

I had other things

On my mind 

“That Plastering Needs Done”

If I was a little more forward

And not just so uptight

Then I’d stop being so awkward

And sleep with you tonight

But as it is I’m a coward

With no confidence at all

So the only thing I’ll see tonight

Are the cracks in my bedroom wall

Into The Night

Just kick back

And drink with me

There’s no need

To be so reserved 

As for tying up loose ends

And toasting old friends

We’ve got all the time 

In the world

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

Glassy Eyed

This isn’t the most painful

She said

Or the worst hardship

I’ve endured

My armour’s doing fine

She said

Though I’m not too sure

About yours

Welcome Interruptions

I’ve found if you socialise enough 

Sometimes, it actually works 

Then it’s only when 

You’re alone again 

That it really fucking hurts 

That Evil Within

I’ve seen what lurks

Inside you

Despite what you’re trying

To show

And it’s clear, in fact

Your crawling back

Just confirms what

I already know

Pretty Please

How many times more likely

Would it be if you asked politely

I mean I’d let you do

Whatever you wanted to

If you just spoke to me nicely

Spilled Guts

To acclaim and adulation

Of late I’ve been besieged

But that’s just what happens 

When your mind blackens 

And suffers a containment breach

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

Not In Front Of The Kids

I hear you shout

Through the wall

And realise you don’t

Love her at all 

Then I see you fight

From my bed

And know you won’t stop

Until she’s dead

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

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