Only halfway
Through your story
And you’re already
Beginning to bore me
Sometime later
When your story ends
I know for sure
We’ll just be friends
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Only halfway
Through your story
And you’re already
Beginning to bore me
Sometime later
When your story ends
I know for sure
We’ll just be friends
It wasn’t
That I
Am frigid
Or disinterested
In scoring
But your attempts
To flirt
Were insipid
And your chat,
Pretty boring
If I was a little more forward
And not just so uptight
Then I’d stop being so awkward
And sleep with you tonight
But as it is I’m a coward
With no confidence at all
So the only thing I’ll see tonight
Are the cracks in my bedroom wall
You weren’t even worth
Making a mess
Of my shiny red lips
Or that brand new dress
You didn’t deserve
What was underneath
Or to hear me moan
Between the sheets
So now you know
Why I “got the hump”
As you’re home alone
Having fucked things up
And when they all ask
How my evening went
I’ll be sure to tell them
Of my utter torment
Perhaps it’s because I’m boring
Or maybe it’s just that I’m mad
But whatever I project
I’m easy to reject
Hence why my social life is so bad
Detached
It
matters
not
If
I go
out
Or if
I stay
at home
As
either
way
Suffice
it to
say
I will
always
end up
alone
(Originally Posted 21.07.2020)
Can’t you change things up
He said
All you do is bitch and whine
I honestly would if I could
She said
As I bore myself half the time
Myself
Why can’t I trust myself,
like I trusted you?
Why can’t I protect myself,
like I protected you?
Why can’t I love myself,
like I loved you?
Why?
(Originally Posted 19.05.2019)
What can you do
When the words won’t flow
When you have exhausted
Every topic you know
Perhaps all there is
Is to put down the pen
And hope that one day
You’ll be hurt again
Why is everything so fucking bleak with you
He said
Why can’t you just stop moping around
For my melancholy is lifelong
She said
And no cure can be found
We can
never
let
ourselves
forget
She
said
That
the
worst
is often
yet to
come
For
crying
out
loud
He
said
How
fucking
long
Are
you
going
to
bang
this
drum?
Sometimes
I wish
I was
normal
But
then
I remember
nobody is
And how
thankful
I am
for that
Otherwise
life would
be boring
as shit
He
reaches
over for
my hand
Thinking
that
I’ll
understand
But
I don’t
He’s
hoping
that
I will
be grand
Living
in this
no man’s
land
But
I won’t
Is
that
it
now
Are
we
finally
done?
As I
would
like
to go
out
now
And
have
a bit
of
fun
I know
I am no
expertBut I wish
you would
just admitThat your
claim to be
an introvertIs
absolute
bullshitYou’re
actually
just boringThat is
the truth
of itDevoid
of all
reasoningWith a
complete
lack of witYou say
you’re
introspectiveTo seem
like less of
a lame duckBut your
attempts are
ineffectiveAs you’re
simply dull
as fuck
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Just cheer up
you miserable cunt
Your wallowing
is excruciating
And your self
pity an affront
Even
though
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerableReading
your
words
over and
over again
really
does just
make me
miserable
I can’t
do anything
any more
All I do
is sit
and stare
Questioning
myself all
the time
Moaning
how life
isn’t fair
In truth
I actually
bore myself
So fuck
knows why
you care
Why don’t you
stay here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea
But I don’t
understand,
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?
You’ve got
a tale to
tell, he said,
and I’d
like to
find out
more
Well you’ll
be sad
to realise,
she said,
that I’m
just a
crashing bore