When I see you love
So lazily
It makes me think
There’s hope for me
To steal him away
Soon
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
When I see you love
So lazily
It makes me think
There’s hope for me
To steal him away
Soon
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
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
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
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
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)
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
The longer I live
With a broken heart
The more I think dying
Was the easier part
You convince yourself
It’s not that bad
When it’s the only love
You’ve ever had
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
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
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
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)
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
If you gave me the chance
He said
I’d have you seeing stars in minutes
Well, you’re free to explore my body
She said
But my mind is strictly off limits
From over the hills
And far away
Your spirit calls me
Every day
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
Lying here prone
On the bathroom floor
Praying my sins be absolved
If I can just resolve
To show tequila the door
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
Love is about
Power and control
Not romance or flowers
But bleeding the soul
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
It doesn’t matter
What you do
Or how many fantasies
You suggest
As nothing can beat
The reality
That plays
Inside my head
I really shouldn’t
Call you
And from your delights,
Refrain
As I’d probably be better
Off alone
Than to sleep with you
Again
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
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
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
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)
Perhaps I should consider
Meeting someone else instead
But I can’t help thinking
(Especially when drinking)
That I’d be better off dead
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
I know I don’t
Tell you enough
Preferring to make
Remarks off the cuff
But I do love you,
You know
I know
What they say
But it’s simply
Not true
Because at the end
Of the day
There’s no one
Like you
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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