Just One Of Those Things

I know we’re not together

He said

And we never will be again

But I still care for you

He said

And want us to be friends

I wish we could go back

She said

To before you went away

But I can’t just forgive or forget

She said

You hurt me too much that day

Blood Money

I can’t take it

She said

It doesn’t feel right

I’m really not proud

Of what I did

That night

You’ve no need to feel bad

He said

Or have any regrets

Just enjoy your freedom

As you’ve paid off

Your debts

Meeting As Kids

So what is it

You’re saying?

He said

You want to pack up

And get rid?

It’s not that I don’t

Love you now

She said

It’s that I’m not sure

I ever did

Fuzzy With Time

Imprint those times

On your mind

As it won’t be long

Before you find

What you remember

When they’re dead

Is the all pointless

Shit instead

You Coming?

If only I looked

And felt okay

Then I’d be there

Without delay

But as it is

It’s been a pretty bad day

So I’ll stay in and wish

My life away

Believe Nothing

Now those old gods

Have disappeared

And it seems mere mortals

Are now revered

I can’t help but wonder

If all such crooks

Shouldn’t too be confined

To story books

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

The Game

With his winning charm

And heart of valour

He led her home

Where he knew he’d have her

With her flowing hair

And knowing grin

She followed him home

Where she knew she’d win

Fancy A Drink Sometime?

I asked him once

Why he’d tried

Because you looked nice

He replied

To which I said

Well, I’m glad you did

As left to me

I’d’ve ran and hid

Misread

When you said

We’d never

Meet again

I didn’t think

You meant it

Had I known

My text

Would have

That effect

Then I never

Would have

Sent it

A Coping Mechanism

If I tell you 

That I’m through

Then you don’t need to protect me 

But if I say

That I’m ok

Then you really do need to worry

The Retort

Has it never occured to you

She said

Even after all this time

That maybe your mistrust

Fucked things up

And this is all your fault

Not mine?

Merciless

In amongst

All the bullshit

There’s one thing

That’s still true

I might scream and curse

And make matters worse

But I’ll never be a cunt

Like you

‘4 Real’

My poems are not

Very nice

Particularly warm,

Or fuzzy

But they do resonate

With those desolate

And who prefer their words

Bloody

What Came Before

I really am so sorry

She said

I should have told you

From the start

But I’ve been remiss

I’m not fit for this

Because of my broken heart

You don’t need to apologise

He said

I always knew

To take things slow

Out of respect

For you and your ex

I’m happy to go with the flow

Rewired

I used to be nice

I used to be kind

Then something happened

That changed my mind

Now I’m angry

Now I’m mean

With very little left

In-between

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