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.

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.