They say after a while
It stops hurting
Yet thirty one months later
I’m still in pain
If anything it feels
Like I’m reverting
Back to those dark old days
Again
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
They say after a while
It stops hurting
Yet thirty one months later
I’m still in pain
If anything it feels
Like I’m reverting
Back to those dark old days
Again
Life goes on
Day after day
I just wish it didn’t
Have to be this way
Xxx
You can run
But you can’t hide
For I will never
Be defied
‘Oh, why can’t we talk again…’
I can explain
He said
If you want to hear it
I don’t have time
She said
For anymore bullshit
‘I’ve been locked inside your heart shaped box for weeks…’
‘In the twist of separation
You excelled at being free’
‘You teach me now how cruel you’ve been – cruel and false! Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me – then what right had you to leave me? What right – answer me – for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?
Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you – oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’
– Emily Brontë
So it seems I have
A second chance
Another shot
At potential romance
Problem is
Where to start
How do I open
This Stygian heart
You can tell me all you want
That you can hear him
But I’ll never believe it’s true
For if he was talking to anyone
From the ‘other side’
Then it would be me, not you
Xxx
What happens when the music stops
She said
Do we have to go home?
Wherever you end up going
He said
You won’t be going alone
I woke up with a smile
Today
All the bad feeling
Had gone away
It actually felt
Like it was the start
Of gluing back together
My broken heart
I really thought you loved me
She said
But now I see it was a lie
Why were you so hard on me
He said
I was never a bad guy
I love how I live in your head
Rent free
It really makes me smile
To know you’re still being
Eaten alive
By your own bitterness and bile
I’d rather watch them burn
Than see them in your hands
How you even think
You could ever lay claim
I will never understand
Why would you ask me
A question
If you don’t want to hear
What I say
It really is fucking
Annoying
That you feel you can treat me
This way
So I’m due to leave
The house today
Off out with my friends
To play
Whilst enjoying, perhaps
A wine or two
I’ll try my best
To forget about you
‘I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you…’
‘It’s so much darker when a light goes out, than it would have been if it had never shone.’
– John Steinbeck
Just think about
What I lost
On the day he died
Then ask yourself
If you were me
When would your tears subside?
I didn’t know it would hurt like this
He said
Or what I’d have to go through
There is no way of knowing
She said
Until it happens to you
I looked you up online
Last night
And was disappointed
With what I found
It seems first loves
Almost certainly are
Best left
In the playground
For someone who doesn’t care
You sure do talk a lot
‘It’s shite being Scottish’
– Mark Renton
I always assumed
Because I did it with ease
That you’d find it straightforward too
But I’ve come to realise
In the cold light of day
I was just better at it than you
Just because you didn’t hear it
She said
Doesn’t mean it didn’t speak
I think perhaps you should discuss it
He said
With your psychiatrist next week
I gave myself thanks
Yesterday
Not for having a father
But surviving one
It never quite gets dark
This time of year
Which makes the sky so pretty
But when you’re already
Struggling to sleep
It’s actually just shitty
In the shadows
Is where we’ll meet
To forever dance
Cheek to cheek
‘Land of my high endeavour
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart forever
Scotland The Brave’
‘Scotsmen are said to be clannish folk. This may be because many a Scotsman never truly leaves his home. His home is always in his heart.’
– Unknown
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