It's like now
He's gone
We're missing
The glue
And the bond
Is broken
Between me
And you
I’ve Met Your Sort Before
I’ll sleep with you
When I’m good and ready
So don’t come around here
All hot and heavy
Thinking your patter
Will trick me to bed
You see all that talk
I’ve heard before
And believe you me
I know the score
So never again
Can I be misled
Under Pressure
I need time
To think it through
She said
It’s not that cut
And dried
Well you need
To hurry up
He said
As time’s not on
Our side
“My Name Is Luka…”
So much the same
Between me and you
But it’s okay
I’ve buried it too
A Cautionary Tale
Do as I say
Not as I do
Words I really
Should have tattooed
Signs Of A Misspent Youth
Have you done this before
He said
As you’re really rather good
Some things wouldn’t be right to share
She said
Even if I could
The Wisdom Of Age
The older I get
She said
I’ve realised
That the timing
Will never be right
You’ve just got to go for it
She said
And to not
Be so uptight
The Power Of Walking Away
I am honestly
Not interested
In whatever
You’ve got to say
It’s not like
It’ll make a difference
To how I feel
Anyway
For I have
Already decided
This relationship
Has died a death
So you may as well
Just leave me alone
And save
Your fucking breath
The Serial Killer’s Lament
I guess I'll go out
Again today
See if another kill
Will put away
All these feelings
Of anger and rage
Yet as the bodies
Increase
Whether their death
Brings peace
Is getting far harder
For me to gauge
Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
“Eat, Drink And Be Merry…”
I knew I’d regret
That glass of wine
And so, to bed
I’m now resigned
It’s Been A Long Week
I’ll go out with you
Again tonight
But don’t expect
I’ll be too much fun
I mean, I’ll be okay
But will slip away
When my social battery
Is done
“Whenever I’m Alone With You…”
I wrote to you
The other day
As I find the words
Too hard to say
So I thought a note
The best way to approach it
That is, of course,
If I ever post it
Sitting Tight
When I see you love
So lazily
It makes me think
There’s hope for me
To steal him away
Soon
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
“Left Alone With Just A Memory…”
The longer I live
With a broken heart
The more I think dying
Was the easier part
Believe Me
You convince yourself
It’s not that bad
When it’s the only love
You’ve ever had
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
Challenge (Somewhat) Accepted
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
“All Else Perishes, Yet He Remains”
From over the hills
And far away
Your spirit calls me
Every day
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
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