Come on over
We’ll watch TV
I don’t expect
You to sleep with me
We’ll have pizza
And a drink or two
Then after that
It’s up to you
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Come on over
We’ll watch TV
I don’t expect
You to sleep with me
We’ll have pizza
And a drink or two
Then after that
It’s up to you
I drink
Because I like it
I drink
To numb the pain
I drink
Because it’s easier
Than falling in love again
As we stumble
Like fools
Across
The dancefloor
I can’t help
But wonder
Who wants
This more
I know
That I can’t
Use booze
To cope
As I crawl
To throw up
My last vestige
Of hope
All that
Effort
All that
Stress
And still
You looked
Like a hot
Fucking mess
But whether
They noticed
Your distress
Or even
Cared
Is anyone’s
Guess
It wasn’t
That I
Am frigid
Or disinterested
In scoring
But your attempts
To flirt
Were insipid
And your chat,
Pretty boring
I’m glad that I
Went out tonight
And had myself
A jolly old time
I know it didn’t
Set alight
Your social life
But it certainly
Fired up mine
Thank the lord
Friday’s here
Time for a cig
And a soothing beer
As I know full well
When the weekend comes
It’ll be more time spent
In the doldrums
As much as we had fun
She said
I am never
Drinking again
What on earth were we thinking
He said
Mixing grape
And grain
Just kick back
And drink with me
There’s no need
To be so reserved
As for tying up loose ends
And toasting old friends
We’ve got all the time
In the world
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
Lying here prone
On the bathroom floor
Praying my sins be absolved
If I can just resolve
To show tequila the door
Perhaps I should consider
Meeting someone else instead
But I can’t help thinking
(Especially when drinking)
That I’d be better off dead
Sneaking outside
For a cheeky cigarette
I catch your eye
And swiftly regret
That I said
I’d go home with him
Creeping back inside
And to the bar
I see you again
Peering from afar
And I know
That it’s sink or swim
It’s your hair at first
That grabs my attention
But when I see your face
I know my intention
Is to take you back
To mine
And as I watch you again
When you walk back in
Standing at the bar
Ordering a drink
I know it’s just
A matter of time
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
As she wound her way
To the dancefloor
With a drink held tight
In each hand
I knew there and then
That we’d be friends
In ways no-one else
Would understand
If only I looked
And felt okay
Then I’d be there
Without delay
But as it is
It’s been a pretty bad day
So I’ll stay in and wish
My life away
I asked him once
Why he’d tried
Because you looked nice
He replied
To which I said
Well, I’m glad you did
As left to me
I’d’ve ran and hid
“You smile and I am lost for a lifetime…”
With the cèilidh danced
And whisky swirled
Now we’ve got all
The time in the world
Please, talk softly today
She squeaked
I’ve got a really sore head
Then perhaps you should’ve considered
He said
Staying in last night instead!
One more drink
That’s all you need
For stories to tell
And wisdom to heed
Turning up here
An armful of beer
The epitome of niceness
But the look on your face
As I call you a disgrace
Is absolutely fucking priceless
“Life…has been unfaithful”
Fuelled by wine
And impure thoughts
I smiled as nature
Took her course
The lighter’s scritch
Scratches the itch
Of yet another
Nicotine hit
So I flick the switch
And cross the stitch
On yet another day
I didn’t quit
Here again
Drunk on wine
Dulling the pain
I feel inside
By staring deep
Into your eyes
Trying not to weep
While part of me dies
“Love…
The kind you clean up with a mop and bucket”
“I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.”
– Meredith Grey
“But my heart, it won’t do babe
It won’t do, without you”
“How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense…”
– Kafka
“There shouldn’t be this radio silence
But what are the options?”
“You cannot stir things apart”
– Thomasina
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