Needs

We may never be

The perfect match

Yet you are an itch

I just love to scratch

The Spooky Wifie

I wonder

If you’ll remember

All those things

You said to me

The last time

That we sat

In this room

Drinking herbal tea

I recall you had

A deck of cards

Asking me pick

Just three

Using them, then

As your guide

To set

The spirits free

I knew back then

It was bullshit

And now I don’t

Feel differently

But if indeed

You do remember

To your ‘gift’

I will concede

Eyes Off The Ball

There’s only so much you can take
He said
Before you’ll break down for good

If you don’t think I’m screwed already
She said
Then you’ve clearly misunderstood

Oh, Please

Forgive my hyperbolic phrase

He said

‘Tis the burden of the poet

You’re just a pretentious cunt

She said

And don’t I fucking know it

Miscommunication

When I whispered

In your ear

Perhaps it wasn’t

Very clear

I never said

Let’s meet again

In fact I said

Let’s just be friends

Unplanned

When we said

Goodbye that day

We didn’t know

It would be

Forever

And yet

I’m left

Here alone

With only

Our memories

To treasure

Night Nurse

With medications

To administer

And all those wounds

To dress

I think I said

Goodbye to you

Before you even left

Xxx

Taken Unawares

I stand at the window

Waiting to see you get off

But the bus whistles past

Without needing to stop

Because, of course,

You never got on

As I remember, with force,

That you are gone

Xxx

Just A Feeling

I see you,

You know,

For what you are

A puppeteer

Pulling strings from afar

Thinking your little tricks

I won’t dare to mention

When all you’re doing

Is drawing my attention

To the fact

That you’re a cunt

I Won’t Be Back

Although

We’ve spent

The night

Together

We’ll forever be

Apart

For your body

May well

Have given

Me pleasure

But you’ll

Never have

My heart

My Only Option

Frozen with fear

In the dead of night

I shed a tear

And hold on tight

As I pray to you

To see me through

Hoping this time

You’ll hear my plight

On Mute

I don’t think

You were hiding

But you just genuinely

Didn’t know

When I would ask

“How are you feeling”

About

The impending blow

Sword In Hand

I’m back

She cried

With renewed vigour

As they

Looked away

With a comical snigger

We’ve heard it

Before

They all said

As she

Stood there

And shook her head

This time

It’s true

I’ll have

Your guts!

But deep down

She knew

What a fool

She looked

The Shield

It doesn’t matter

What you say

Because however much

You try

Nothing will ever

Hurt me now

As I am dead

Inside

Hard Evidence

If love was permanent

And grief temporal

Perhaps I’d feel safe

And less conjectoral

Inspired by Cassa Bassa at flickerofthoughts.com

Living A Lie

Don’t be scared

He said

Now you’ve shared

I’ll keep your secret

‘Til the end

If they ever found out

She said

I’m not that devout

I fear chaos

Would descend

Burnt Out

Lacking in motivation
Devoid of all desire
Wondering if salvation
Is in the funeral pyre

Taking to Bed

Some days

I feel ok

And how I present

Is true

But on other days

This deep malaise

Makes faking it

Too hard to do

When You Hear It

I just couldn’t say

Sorry back then

Though I’m ready

To say it now

My only wish

Is that you weren’t

Such a bitch

Who will act

All holier-than-thou

Cognito

Now that all

The talking’s done

And those strategies

Have been deployed

It is time to face

The reality

I’ve tried so hard

To avoid

Pushover

Sometimes

I regret

What I said

And how often

I showed you

The door

As it never seemed

To matter

How your heart

Was shattered

You’d always

Come back

For more

The Thick End Of The Wedge

What do you do

When times get tough

And the love you have

Just isn’t enough

When you can’t see a way

Through all this stuff

And you’re both now stranded

In the rough

Having realised that

When all’s said and done

There is no such thing

As a hole in one

Gazing

With those beautiful eyes

And winning smile

It should be no surprise

We’ll be here a while

In The Doldrums

Tongue tied

Dead inside

Lying

On my bed of nails

Forever lonely

Seeing true love only

In films

And fairy tales

Ultimatums

We don’t have

To decide tonight

We can talk

Again tomorrow

Let’s not allow

The dying light

To lead us both

Back into sorrow

Another Year Older

I wasn’t exactly

Born happy

Lacking, as I did,

In good cheer and mirth

And now all I can say

As I celebrate, today

Is that this shit’s only

Got worse

Not All Bad

I do have something

To offer you know

As I’m actually

Quite the catch

If you took my hand

You would understand

And there’s no way

You’d ever go back

What It Is

So tell me exactly
What it is
That she doesn’t understand
How you justify
Your roving eye
And your wandering hand

And I’ll tell you exactly
What it is
That really grinds my gears
How you can sit there
Without a care
Whilst she’s at home in tears

Stolen

You will never be forgiven

For what you took from me

Not just my only lover

But my whole identity

And even though you did it

A near whole five years ago

I am yet to fully recover

Or let my seething anger go

Futility

The lights go out

In the blink of an eye

And there’s nothing left

But to say goodbye

Greener Grass

Absence doesn’t make
The heart grow fonder

We just start to yearn
For what’s over yonder

And so we’re presented
With a question to ponder

Exactly which opportunity
Should we squander?

Dinner Dates

Please
excuse my
awkwardness

I know
I look like
quite the
amateur

I’m just
not sure
of the
etiquette,
yet

Let alone
all of the
vernacular

Short Changed

You do not need

To put me first

And I would never ask you to

But it would be nice

If, once or twice,

You thought of someone

Other than you

Widows

We need support

When traumatised

Not to be attacked

Or demonised

Something we wish

That you’d realise

When losing them

Leaves us paralysed

Fatalism

The lighter’s scritch

Scratches the itch

Of yet another

Nicotine hit

So I flick the switch

And cross the stitch

On yet another day

I didn’t quit

A Reflection

Why are you so depressing

He said

Why are your words so dark

Because my life is fucking distressing

She said

And so, therefore’s, my art

Take My Advice

If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here

Fishbones

I guess you’re all there

Outside together

Enjoying the food

And this change in weather

Swapping your stories

Of the week’s events

As you wait for the last

Course to commence

Well don’t mind me

As I sit here and smoke

Hoping for the day

When you all choke

And die

Raising A Glass

At your wedding toast

Yesterday

I did not cry one bit

Even when I glanced

Upon your first dance

I held it in

With an iron like grit

For what I wouldn’t do

Is ever tell you

How seeing you so happy

Did hurt

And that, at times,

If just in my mind

I did wish your happy day cursed

Charming Collaborations #5

IF ONLY

Why are you still fucking talking
Because the words out of my mouth have meaning
Yet your homespun philosophy bores me
At least I don’t feel compelled by needless preening
Do you think that this is it?
That our relationship is built on shit ?
Well, it’s you that cannot follow instruction
You know what ? I’m done, I quit !
I hope that isn’t an attempt at seduction
If only.

Written in collaboration with @Matt at aprolificpotpourri.wordpress.com ©2023


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