I’m really looking forward to it
She said
I think we’ll have a good night
I think it’ll all depend
He said
On any home truths coming to light
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m really looking forward to it
She said
I think we’ll have a good night
I think it’ll all depend
He said
On any home truths coming to light
I didn’t mean
For you to leave
All I needed
Was a break
And now you’ve gone
All I do is dwell on
My unintentional
Mistake
It’s not
Just what
It took
From you
But it’s what
Was robbed
From me too
It felt good
To have a clear out
To get rid
Of all that junk
And maybe now I’m nearer
To the path being clearer
I’ll find my way
Out of this funk
I see you hold her
In your arms
And wonder if she’ll succunb
To your boyish charms
Because if it was me
That you cradled so tight
I’d want to stay there
All day and all night
If only there was a button
That, when pressed, whisked you away
And you found yourself at the beginning
Of a different time and day
Then I would press that button
And I would grab your hand
And let that portal transport us
Both to the promised land
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
When you asked me
If I loved you
How I wish
That I’d said no
Then my being exploited
Could’ve been avoided
And this pain
I’d never have known
Why even try
In the end
Why bother
To believe
There’s just
Disappointment
And a lack
Of enjoyment
No matter what
We try to achieve
When I asked
If you still loved me
You should’ve just said
Absolutely not
Now all that’s stemmed
From your lying
Is a whole heap of crying
And both of us losing
The plot
As she wound her way
To the dancefloor
With a drink held tight
In each hand
I knew there and then
That we’d be friends
In ways no-one else
Would understand
You should just relax
They say
And take it
All in your stride
But those people
Have no idea
How anxiety
Eats your insides
If you just expect
That I’ll acquiesce
Then there’s no way this
Will ever progress
You’d think I’d know
This route by now
As I’ve travelled it
So many times
Yet I always see
Something new to me
As I traverse
These railway lines
I felt sorry for him
The boy on the train
Said he’d ran away
From school again
Told me his parents
Just didn’t care
There was nothing,
But misery,
For him there
I really don’t mean to be harsh
Or in any way uncouth
But there’s nothing
More fucking annoying
Than the innocence of youth
On this, the day, for Valentine’s
I can’t help but feel
I’ve lost my mind
For there is no peace
That I can find
Now my heart is dead
And my eyes are blind
Sitting here
In our chair
Remembering how
You’d stroke my hair
And tell me
That you love me
I look back now
On that day and laugh
As I picture me cutting
Myself in half
Trying to please
You and your friends
Desperate, somehow
To make amends
But now I know
It wasn’t down to me
And I’ve got myself better
Mentally
So I think of that time
With a grin
Knowing it’s your turn to feel
That beast within
We want to thank you
For all you do
When you stand up
For what is right
When we hear you speak
And give your critique
We can feel
Our passion ignite
Please stop talking
Or I’m out the door
I cannot listen
To you any more
I just can’t seem
To complete a task
However big,
Or small
I guess what once meant
Everything to me
Now means nothing
At all
It’s brilliant that you came
She said
Now just relax
And enjoy yourself
Oh, I’ll certainly try
She said
Knowing she’d be out of there
By twelve
As she eyed it up
She wondered
If she could connect
With such a machine
You should put that back
Advised her friend
As you don’t know
Where it’s been
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
Where is your commitment
He said
Your passion and desire?
It all left when he did
She said
Now there’s nothing
That stokes the fire
I know you think
You’re special
She said
I know you think
You’re smart
Strutting your stuff
About the place
Like you’re some work of art
But trust me when I say
She said
That’s not what we all see
In fact in the office
The only hot topic
Is what a twat
You appear to be
As he followed her
She panicked
Is this my time to die?
I wonder what I’ll have for tea
He thought
As he just strolled on by
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
If only you
Were here to ask
To make up for the brains
I sorely lack
Then I’d still be here
Your avid learner
Taking it all in
Without a murmur
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
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
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
I’ve no
Doubt that
What has
Happened
To put
You in
This position
Is down
To your
Incessant
Stupidity
And of
Your own
Volition
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