Saturday

It wasn’t written 

In the stars

Or foretold through 

Your wanky cards 

It was just by chance 

We met that day 

And I wouldn’t have had it 

Any other way

Xxx

Compadre

There’s no way

I could know

The depths of your hell

But I’ve known

My own

All too fucking well

Dying On That Hill

Although you’ve talked

For a while

I’m not sure where

You’re going with this

But if you’re prepared

To take a shot

You’d better make sure

You don’t miss

The Wrong Tree

It’s nice to see

How you are with me

Is in no way chauvinistic

But as for your chance

When it comes to romance

I wouldn’t be too optimistic

Piecemeal

As the punches roll

Time takes it’s toll

And I lose more

And more

Each day

I can’t be wrong

Thinking

It won’t be long

Before I fully

Fade away

Spoons

It’s only now 

On this 

Winters night 

That I wish

You were here 

By my side

Take Note

If what you say

Proves to be true 

Then I will give 

Myself to you 

But if what you say 

Proves to be false 

Then I’ll rip you apart

Without remorse

Summer Holidays

Thank fuck

She said

I’m getting away

I couldn’t take it

Another day

I’m so happy

He said

You’re visiting me

As I’ll help you forget,

Easily

The Decent Thing

Why can’t we let

Sleeping dogs lie

I don’t want to scream

Or start a fight

We should just agree

To disagree

And end this shit

Respectfully

On Kindness

I’ll never forget

You sat with me

When I was as sad

As sad could be

And even though

You didn’t agree

You just let me talk

And made me tea

Secluded

Slowly 
I walk
Along
The bridge
Resisting
The urge
To jump

But
I feel
The ringing
In my ears
And my heart
Begin
To thump

Now
I have felt
This way
Before
And
I recognise
The slump

So I go
In search 
Somewhere
Else
For these
Feelings
To dump

Fitting In

All that

Effort

All that

Stress

And still

You looked

Like a hot

Fucking mess

But whether

They noticed

Your distress

Or even

Cared

Is anyone’s

Guess

With A Smile

When all around me

Is falling to shit

I let my stomach hurt

And my sides split

Because I know whatever

Is in my path

Is best to be greeted

With a fucking laugh

Food For Thought

To be honest

Most folks

Are doing

What you do

Just trying

Their best

To make

It through

So please

Don’t believe

All that

Bullshit’s true

Because, trust me,

It’s not all

About you

From The Gallows

I remember,

Once,

He asked me

How I cope

With all these trials

I just use the darkest

Of humours,

I said,

Along with

The wryest of smiles

Pathetic

As for your bid

To outdo me

I could not care

One jot

And if you think

I’m green with envy

I can assure you

I am not

Landslides

Waking up

This morning

To his

Promises

Of change

Yet unable

To shake

The feeling

That he’ll

Fuck it up

Again

Peachy

As the juice

Runs down

My fingers

Those feelings

Diffuse

Yet the malady

Lingers

Caught Sleeping

I knew as soon

As we touched

All wasn’t

What it seemed

Yet it still hurt

My heart

When I woke

With a start

To realise

It was a dream

Anonymously Happy

Do you think

It helps

He said

Writing these wry

Little observations

Well, I would 

Rather that

She said

Than suffer

Endless conversations

Disappointment

I wanted
Your hands
To feel
Like his

To have one
More night
Of unbridled
Bliss

But as soon
As we touched
Let alone
Kissed

I knew
From now on
It would feel
Like this

That Wins Me Over

There’s no need

For anything fancy

Or to reinvent

The wheel

Because it won’t be

What you say to me

But how

You make me feel

Fuelling The Fire

I’m glad that I

Went out tonight

And had myself

A jolly old time

I know it didn’t

Set alight

Your social life

But it certainly

Fired up mine

For Clarity

I know

That we

Have

Hardly

Spoken

But my

Insides

Are now

Broken

And what

Is left

Merely

A token

Of the

Woman

I used to be

Brooding

From the rankest bottom

Of my deepest recess

I hope and I pray

For your utter distress

As there is no way

You could ever contest

Your actions don’t lie

At the heart of this mess

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