The Lies We Tell

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

Fitting In

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

Fuelling The Fire

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

Into The Night

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)

The Agave Blues

Lying here prone

On the bathroom floor

Praying my sins be absolved

If I can just resolve

To show tequila the door

Maudlin

Perhaps I should consider

Meeting someone else instead  

But I can’t help thinking 

(Especially when drinking) 

That I’d be better off dead

Nightlife

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)

Freshers Week

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

You Coming?

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

Fancy A Drink Sometime?

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

As The Night Wears On

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

Fatalism

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

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