Are you
sure it’s
gone?
What
about
love?
He
asked
Compassion?
Make
no
mistake
I’ve
lost
it all
She
replied
Her
face,
ashen
Best TV Show Ever
I remember
watching this,
The first
time around.
When I
was young,
And
fearless,
And my energy
knew no bounds.
I thought I
could be anyone,
And achieve all
of my dreams.
But twenty five
years later,
I know This Life is
not what it seems.
The Water Cooler
If only
I could
feign
interest
Perhaps
we could
be friends
But in
fact you
bore me
witless
So I
pray this
conversation
ends
‘Twilight’
I wish
I could
rememberThe
good
old
daysBut I
fear they
were just
a lieFor I
cannot
recallAny
time in
my lifeWhen I
didn’t
want
to die
St Valentine’s Rebuke
It’s that
time of
year
again,When
love
is in
the air.But so is
chicken pox,
TB and flu,
you moron.So please
take your
bullshit
elsewhere.
If Only…
“Is that a gun in your pocket,
or are you just pleased to see me?”
Bang.
Selfish
I suppose
I should
have
askedIf you
really
were
okBefore
I put our
friendship
on blastAnd
again as
I walked
away
The Soiree
It was
exactly
one year
ago
That we
were all
sat in
that tent
But there
was only
one who
truly
listened
To my
broken
hearted
lament
From that
day we’ve
kept in
touch
Developing
connections
of our
own
That’s
because
you chose
both of us
To reap
from the
seeds you
had sown
Righting The Wrongs
It’s
not
your
fault
He
said
Honestly,
it’s
mine
It
doesn’t
matter
anyway
She
said
As we
can’t
go back
in time
Celebrity Suicide Breeds Public Dishonesty
So you can
empathise
with her
Someone
you only
saw on TV?
But when
my shit hit
the fan
You couldn’t
sympathise
with me?
Well fuck your
social media
petition
And your
boycott of
that rag
Why not look
a little closer
to home?
You
disingenuous
old hag
Nyctophilia
I’m
better
alone
than in
company
Just
like I’m
happier
in the
dark
That
way
I never
have to
see anyone
Or
hear
another
disparaging
remark
Banter
It’s
not
that
you’re
wrong
It’s
just
that
I’m
right
A Helping Hand
Although
we have
now come
to an end
Your help
to me
has been
a godsend
Even
though
my heart
you could
not mend
You’ve
stopped
me from
going round
the bend
Burning The Midnight Oil
Words
pour
out
of me
Like
wax
from
a candle
If only
I’d
known
before
now
That
writing
would be
too hot to
handle
Just Because You’re Paranoid…
I
know
you just
tolerate me
I can
tell by
the way
you smile
It’s
like you
are just
humouring me
The
way you
would
a child
Never A Truer Word (Unspoken)
“If you haven’t got anything nice
to say,
don’t say anything at all.”
Silence.
Every Four Minutes
I’m
glad
you’ve
got the
all clear
I
really
am
happy
for you
I just
wish
with
all my
heart
That
he’d got
good
news
too
At Heart
I
remember
what you
would say
To
hurt
and to
annoy
But I
always
forgave
you
In
the
end
For you
were just
a little
boy
Wasted Time
If I regret anything now
It’s the arguments that we had
The silent treatment I gave you for days
The things I did to make you mad
Now you’re no longer here
I can’t put those wrong things right
And I have no choice but to live with that
For the rest of my fucking life
Xxx
Embrace
I
don’t
want
just
anyone
Only
your
arms
will
do
Xxx
