Haywire

One minute I’m up

But then the next I’m down

It’s really hard

To fake this smile

When it’s easier to frown

Crocodile Tears

Go ahead and cry

Motherfucker

I really wish you would

For we’ll see tomorrow

If this little stage show

Has done you any good

A Mutual Feeling

You don’t like me

I don’t like you

So let’s just leave it at that

For anything else

Is irrelevant

You arrogant little twat

Slipping

What’s the point

In laying down grit

When there’s all that ice

Still underneath it

Twice Shy

Do you think you can trust again

He said

Perhaps offer a little reprieve?

There really is no point

She said

As people always leave

For L.

I miss you today

More than ever

Sitting outside in

This stunning weather

If only we could meet again

Even after all this time

As we’d still have

Such a fucking laugh

And drain a bottle (or two) of wine

An Irish Confirmation

When he spoke

The congregation gasped

For what they heard

Could not be grasped

As the Saint he uttered

When the priest had asked

Was Judas

Then in the carnage, basked

Galore

I wish I’d known you then

He said

When you offered so much more

Now it’s only apathy

She said

And neuroses galore

April The 1st

I woke up alone again today

Going over the words we spoke

Another day without you here

Really is a fucking joke

Xxx

Cat Fight

I know he can’t be mine

She said

But now he’ll never be yours

If only he’d grow a spine

She said

And just choose one of us

At The Kitchen Table

Will you just stop talking

He said

You’re driving me insane

If you’d just listen in the first place

She said

I wouldn’t have to say it again

The Birds

Looking up to the sky

This foreboding feeling grows

As I see the unkindness of ravens

And hear the murder of crows

Sex With The Ex

There’s a small amount of comfort

But it quickly becomes a chore

And when he tries to converse

You remember why he’s such a bore

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