Across The Table

I love how you know,

To hold my hand,

Just by the croak in my voice.

I’m so grateful,

That you understand,

Just how much I need that choice.

Feeling that you’re there,

And how much you care,

Means everything you see.

But not forcing me to speak,

When you sense I’m weak,

Is why you’re the one for me.

G42

Was it really

The best of times?

Or was it just

The worst?

I’ve got nae idea, pal

Ma heid’s fuckin’ burst

Unremarkable

I know
I am no
expert

But I wish
you would
just admit

That your
claim to be
an introvert

Is
absolute
bullshit

You’re
actually
just boring

That is
the truth
of it

Devoid
of all
reasoning

With a
complete
lack of wit

You say
you’re
introspective

To seem
like less of
a lame duck

But your
attempts are
ineffective

As you’re
simply dull
as fuck

Middle Class Wooing

Don’t
bother
picking
flowers

They
will just
make me
sneeze

If you
really
want to
impress me

Just
bring
a wheel
of cheese

For an
‘expensive’
bottle
of wine

And a
little
bit of
Brie

Is
really
all it
takes

To get
into
bed
with me

Gone Since September

Life gets a little easier

Day by day

As the worst of the heartache

Fades away

But the ostracism

That never ends

Although I’ve done all I can

To apologise and make amends

Internal Monologue

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Just cheer up
you miserable cunt

Your wallowing
is excruciating

And your self
pity an affront

You Vs Me

You
can
cry

All
you
want

But
it’s
your
fault

It’s
come
to
this

You’re
the
one

Who
led
me
on

And
it
was
you

Who
took
the
piss

In(sin)cerity

You say
you’ve
got it
rough

Well I’m
calling
bullshit

As I’m
the one
doing
it tough

You
fucking
hypocrite

The Reckoning

If you
can’t
bear
to see
the hurt
you’ve
caused

Then
feel
free
to
look
away

For I
know
that
guilt
will
fuck
you up

And
you’ll
face
the
truth
one day

Impure

When
you
close
your
eyes
at night

Please
don’t
think
of me

Just
pretend
I’m
someone
else

Footloose
and
fancy-
free

E(strange)d

You can say
what you want

But you’re
still a cunt

Your actions
I can’t forgive

For I’ll bear
the brunt

Of your
audacious stunt

For as long as
we both shall live

Recouperation

There’s
nothing
like
being
looked
after

By
those
who
love
you
the
most

There’s
nothing
more
nourishing
than
laughter

And
being
brought
rounds of
hot buttered
toast

Bad Seed

I
wish
there
was a
way

I
could
make
you
see

That
good
boys
like
you

Aren’t
for
bad
girls
like me

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