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
We should plan a trip
He said
Pick a place
Somewhere unique
Perhaps in different
Surroundings
We’d get a better
Chance to speak
I’m not really sure
She said
With my future
Looking so bleak
That I will even make
Tomorrow
Let alone
Next week
There was a time
I’d humour you
But that has long
Since passed
It’s not like I ever
Wanted to know
That’s why I
Never asked
How many times more likely
Would it be if you asked politely
I mean I’d let you do
Whatever you wanted to
If you just spoke to me nicely
If you just expect
That I’ll acquiesce
Then there’s no way this
Will ever progress
Please stop talking
Or I’m out the door
I cannot listen
To you any more
Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight
She said
Have fun
Like everyone else
Then you need
To let it go
He said
And hope your cool exterior melts
I couldn’t get a photo
She said
But I promise you, it’s true
She was there legs akimbo
Lips stuck to his like glue
I cannot quite believe it
She said
He just doesn’t seem the type
But now that you have seen it
Does it live up to the hype?
Let me put it this way
She said
From the look upon her face
I think it would be safe to say
He doesn’t get many complaints!
Around the coast
And to the beach
To scratch an itch
Nothing else can reach
I write a bit
Now you know
Nothing special
Or much to show
But just enough
To get me though
And show how much
I still miss you
The day
Is getting closer
The hour
Is drawing near
Will I find a way
My truth to say
Or will I simply cower
In fear
With those beautiful eyes
And winning smile
It should be no surprise
We’ll be here a while
Not only was he handsome,
Smart and debonair
It also transpired
After he had inquired
That he was a millionaire
Currency
I’ll
give
you a
penny
for
them
He
said
Tell
me
your
ups
and
downs
You
can
put
your
coppers
away
She
said
As
to hear
those
you’ll
need
pounds
(Originally Posted 18.12.2020)
It was right, I think, to call it a day
As were hardly
Love’s young dream
I mean you put in the graft
And it did make me laugh
But you’d never have made me scream
Dirty Minds
As you don’t seem
To get it
I’ll explain it again
Real quick
It wasn’t your love
I wanted
It was merely your…
Conversation
(Originally Posted 01.11.2021)
There,
she said,
I’ve
told my
truth
There
isn’t
any
more
Well
I am
glad
you
stayed,
he said,
As
that
wasn’t
boring
at all
Telling Tales
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
would
like to
hear
more
Well
you’ll
be sad
to find,
she said,
that I’m
just a
crashing
bore
(Originally Posted 04.09.2019)
I’ll talk you through each step
He said
I’ll explain everything as we go
That’s not what concerns me
She said
It’s the resultant shame I need to forgo
Like Riding A Bike
It’s
not
that
I don’t
want
to
She
said
It’s
more
that
I don’t
know
how
Just
come a
little
closer
He
said
None
of
that
matters
now
(Originally Posted 05.08.2020)
I met him again
Last week in town
Just me and him
No one else around
It was quite nice
When we went to bed
I didn’t pay much mind
To his empty head
But upon waking
I knew it was a mistake
So I said my goodbyes
Saving myself the headache
Sex With The Ex
There’s a small amount of comfort
But it quickly becomes a chore
And when he tries
To converse
You remember why he’s such a bore
(Originally Posted 29.03.2021)
I know that
It seems strange
And makes it difficult
To confabulate
But you must believe me
When I say
It is how
I best communicate
There’s no point in us speaking
I don’t want to argue anymore
If you choose not to hear me
Then despite loving you dearly
I’m walking out the door
It was nice of you to ask today
So I lied in reciprocation
It would’ve been unfair
To make you aware
Of my abject desolation
What is more important
She said
Being kind or telling the truth
For if it’s the latter
Then I cannot flatter
And your ego I will not soothe
As you don’t seem
To get it
I’ll explain it again
Real quick
It wasn’t your love
I wanted
It was merely your
Conversation
I can’t take any more of this
You’re really hurting my head
So please stop talking
And just start walking
Leaving me the fuck alone instead
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?
We
could
have
had
it
allShe
saidBut
now
we’re
left
with
nothingMaybe
we’d
have
been
okayHe
saidIf
you
weren’t
so fucking
cutting
Should
we
accidentally
meet
On that
busy,
bustling
street
Would
the birds
above us
tweet
As our
hearts
skip a
beat?
Or would I just blether on a whole heap of shite because I’m clinically depressed and unable to formulate a meaningful conversation with anyone of the opposite sex since my partner died so you just give up trying to listen and walk away thinking who the fuck was that lunatic and happily go about the rest of your life whilst I retreat back to my house wondering why the fuck I even bothered going out in the first fucking place?
Sometimes
I depress
myself
As these
thoughts
fill the
page
Why
am I
here
Wasting
everyone’s
time
Hoping
someone
will
engage
It’s all just so wrong
This shouldn’t be happening to you
Not as it hasn’t been that long
Since it happened to me too
I’m not sure how to act
And I’m not sure what to say
For there’s nothing on earth that can take the pain
Of what is to come away
Why do I
find the
wait so
hard?Is it
ego?Is it
pride?Or is it
because
I need you
to proveThat I’m not
completely
dead
inside?
Looking at you
Looking at meI wonder how
far into
my soul
you can
really seeLooking at me
Looking at youI wonder
if I’ll ever
believe
what you
say is true
Sickness grows
Frustration shows
Conversation slows
But no one knows
The warmth of the sun on your face,
The anticipation of a road trip with friends,
The promise of tall tales around the campfire.
It’s the little things that bring the most joy.