We may never be
The perfect match
Yet you are an itch
I just love to scratch
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
We may never be
The perfect match
Yet you are an itch
I just love to scratch
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
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
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
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
If the price
Of love
Is loss
Then I’ll
Just wait
For the sales
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
Now you’ve given your heart
He said
It’s time to write that book
I just don’t know where to start
She said
As it hurts so much to look
With medications
To administer
And all those wounds
To dress
I think I said
Goodbye to you
Before you even left
Xxx
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
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
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
There’s no use
In contemplation
Or any sense
In looking back
All there is
Is madness
That belongs firmly
In the past
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
They say
He made us
In his own likeness
So why the fuck
Didn’t he do
The same
With kindness
The problem with me
Is you
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
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
It doesn’t matter
What you say
Because however much
You try
Nothing will ever
Hurt me now
As I am dead
Inside
Life is better
He said
Than it was
Your progress
You can’t deny
That doesn’t mean
She said
I don’t still dream
Of stabbing you
In the eye
It all happened
In a flash
And now
I know
There’s no
Going back
If love was permanent
And grief temporal
Perhaps I’d feel safe
And less conjectoral
Inspired by Cassa Bassa at flickerofthoughts.com
Not only
She said
Do I miss you
But on days
Like this
I miss me too
After all
The heartache
And the pain
You put me through
I don’t just need
To forgive you
But I want to forget you
Too
Why don’t you come along
They said
We’re going for coffee and cake
To force such joy upon me
She said
Would only be a mistake
I always knew
That kissing you
Would be
My biggest regret
The problem I saw
Hours before
Either of us
Got into bed
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
I will do
All I can
Every day
To make you smile
For seeing you happy
However sappy
Just makes everything
Worthwhile
It took me a while
To realise it
However, it seems,
I’m built for this shit
Lacking in motivation
Devoid of all desire
Wondering if salvation
Is in the funeral pyre
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
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
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
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
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
With those beautiful eyes
And winning smile
It should be no surprise
We’ll be here a while
Tongue tied
Dead inside
Lying
On my bed of nails
Forever lonely
Seeing true love only
In films
And fairy tales
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
Paranoia can be
Our best friend
As it often saves us
In the end
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
I saw you sit
At the platform today
And I cried as my train
Pulled away
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
Of course
It’s raining
Outside
Just now
Why the fuck
Wouldn’t it be?
Because
I’ve come out
Without a coat
And the joke
Is always
On me
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
Fuelled by wine
And impure thoughts
I smiled as nature
Took her course
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
The lights go out
In the blink of an eye
And there’s nothing left
But to say goodbye
You think you get it
But you never could
Because at his bedside
You never stood
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?
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
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
We need support
When traumatised
Not to be attacked
Or demonised
Something we wish
That you’d realise
When losing them
Leaves us paralysed
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
Tell me
That you missed me
Even
Just a touch
Because I know
I found
By not
Hanging around
That I missed you
Very much
Time’s tide
Is unforgiving
Not for the dead
But upon the living
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
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
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
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
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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