Something happened this morning
When I sat up in my bed
I found that instead of yawning
I actually smiled instead
Torn
How will you know
She said
If it’s her or me?
I have no idea
He said
Confusedly
Et Tu, Brute?
Out of
everyone
it could
have been
I didn’t
expect
it to
be you
I thought
you’d be
with me
forever
Not be
first
in the
queue
Immoral
This
can’t
go on
We
mustn’t
continue
As the
guilt is
seeping
Into
every
sinew
It
has to
stop
It
shouldn’t
have
started
As
we
made a
mockery
Of our
dearly
departed
Drunk
Looking in
the mirror
gives me
a fright,
But I think
I had a
good time
last night.
I don’t
remember
much or how
I got home,
Thank
fuck I’ve
woken up
alone.
Confusion
No!
No!
No!
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
How am
I supposed
to decide
what to do
When my
head is
in such
a mess?
The Faceless Female
She’s back again,
the little control freak,
whispering from my shoulder.She never really goes away,
despite my efforts to brush her aside
or however much I grow older.I’ve never once turned to look
at her whilst I try hard to
drown out her speech.But I never forget
she’s there, berating me,
and bleeding me like a leech.
Aftermath
Confusion reigns
As my head struggles to explain
What I feel inside my heart.Sadness remains
As with all encompassing pain
I hate that we have to part.
The Art Gallery
Sometimes
I think
I’m too
stupid to
understand
Sometimes
it feels
like I’m
the only
one that
does
