I can empathise
And respond in kind
Take my cue
From many a sign
But there is no way
I can read your mind
Down a silent
Telephone line
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I can empathise
And respond in kind
Take my cue
From many a sign
But there is no way
I can read your mind
Down a silent
Telephone line
If you continue to push this
She said
And I am forced to choose
You really should be prepared
She said
For the fact I won’t pick you
I’m done soul searching
I’ve tried my best
And I can’t find it
If there’s one thing I’m sure of
He said
It’s that you’ll get your happy ending
Please stop lying to me
She said
And being so fucking condescending
‘You can read my diary, you’re in every line…’
‘I’ve fallen down another rung of the ladder, and I know I’ve got a fight on my hands‘
– Sean Hughes
Life would have been so different
Had you never moved away
We could still be together now
Enjoying every day
But that’s not what happened, is it?
When you fucked off and left
Saying that you needed more
Couldn’t stand to feel oppressed
Well I’m glad things worked out for you
That all your stars aligned
But what I cannot ever forgive
Is that you left me behind
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought: “This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath
I really did love you, you know
I wish I’d told you so before
And now you’re gone
Nothing can be done
But to regret it
Forevermore
Xxx
‘I get along without you very well,
Of course I do.
Except perhaps in spring.
But I should never think of spring,
For that would surely break my heart in two’
‘The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It’s in a million little pieces.
I’m afraid I can’t help you.
Why?
There’s nothing you can do.
Why?
It can’t be fixed.
Why?
It’s broken beyond repair. It’s in a million little pieces.’
– James Frey
Walk down the aisle with me?
She said
The bakery aisle, that is
I thought you were being serious
He said
And my heart just skipped a beat
Xxx
Nearly twenty years together
And what do I have to show
Just a blackened heart
Now we’re three years apart
And sadness the status quo
Xxx
I wouldn’t thank you
For diamonds
And I don’t care
About pearls
I couldn’t give
Less of a shit
For all the stars
In the world
I just want you
Back here with me
If only
For a minute
For my life
Has lost it’s sparkle
Without you
Still in it
Xxx
I always thought
We’d empty the bucket
Before you actually
Kicked it
Xxx
How can I stop you feeling so sad
He said
Please,
Just tell me and I’ll do it
I don’t know where to start
She said
And if I did,
I wouldn’t put you through it
If you could find a way to forgive me
She said
Perhaps that’s where we could start
As I honestly never meant
She said
To be so careless with your heart
We’ve already missed our moment
She said
So it’s best we don’t meet again
I know you love someone else
He said
But I’d still like to be your friend
I know
You’ll never ask again
I know
I missed my time
I know
You no longer feel the same
I know
You’ll never be mine
‘I’m tired of the song that sorrow sings…’
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry;
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I!
– Sappho (7th Century BC)
Translated by Walter Savage Landor
It really doesn’t matter
If I scratch, cut or burn
For what I do in the shadows
Is none of your concern
What is the point
In another day
Living in silence
Wasting away
Especially as
No one cares anyway
Better to go now
Than fade to grey
I’ve always been alone
So this will make no difference
I shall keep my counsel my own
And wallow in my belligerence
I remember
That day
When my doubts
Fell away
And I walked on broken glass
Now with veins
Of ice
I wouldn’t
Think twice
About kicking your sorry ass
You should say no
But you don’t
I ought to go
But I won’t
As I walk
Into the sea
Never quite who
I wanted to be
I know that faith,
Hope and charity
All just proved
Too much for me
I’m arrogant and self obsessed
She said
And that will never change
Then I’ll be blessed to see
He said
If you can be re-trained
It was always your choice
To intentionality decieve
Just like it was mine
To pack up and leave
‘Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today’s the day she’s sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home‘
‘… this is how I am when I’m scared. It’s unfamiliar to you, but not to me. I can – I can fucking be scared – and carry on’
– Tommy Shelby
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