There’s No Other Way

What’s the point

In dressing it up

And trying to be all poetic

Telling the truth

However uncouth

Will forever be my aesthetic


Blunt

I
wish
you
were
here
with
me

But
instead
I’m
all
alone

If
only
you
would
write
a letter

Or
call
me on
the
phone

It
would be
wonderful
to FaceTime

Or
if
you
texted
me
instead

But
I know
you
won’t
do any
of these

You
can’t

Because
you’re
dead

(Originally Posted 08.10.2020)

A Real Shitty Year

I probably did write this

On a Tuesday

Fuelled by coffee

And nicotine

But in truth

This could’ve been posted

On any given day

Back in twenty nineteen


Tuesday

I called in sick for work today.

My heart just couldn’t come out to play.

All I’ve done is lie in bed

Filled with thoughts of fear and dread.

With nausea consuming every movement,

My mood shows no sign of any improvement.

I hate existing like this.

Full of anger, self loathing and all that shit.

I wonder how much more emotion can I conceal

Before I decide to end it all for real

(Originally Posted 03.09.2019)

When It’s Only You That Sees It

I really don’t mind saying

That I’m actually quite proud of this

As it describes that employee

To an absolute tee

Despite the sweetness she emits


The Bake Sale

Bringing
along
a
flask of
coffee

And
your
frosted
homemade
cake

Doesn’t
make you
any more
likeable

Or any
less
fucking
fake

(Originally Posted 13.08.2020)

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