Detatched

I did

What you wanted

I took you

To the brink

But you

Should know

That down below

I never

Felt a thing

Spilled Guts

If only you knew

You’re heaven sent

How you just listening

Helps me to vent

But you never will

Cause I’ll never say

As I wouldn’t risk

You walking away

The Blind Date

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

Emergency Exits

Thinking back

To that night

A split decision

And your plane

Took flight

If I’d known then

What I do now

I’d have grabbed

Your hand

And never

Let go

“Coping By Not Having To Cope”

When he died

And you’d nothing left

How did you deal

With the emptiness?

I filled it up

With pills and gin

In the vainest of hopes

I could forget him

And did you find

That it worked

They helped wash away

The pain and hurt

Some days did feel

Like less of a chore

But, in the end, the grief

Got too big to ignore

That’s Life

Wearing away

My heart and soul

Destroying me was

Your only goal

So with your daggers

You proceeded

Until I was broken

And you’d succeeded

I Didn’t Believe You Anyway

Remember

When you told me

I’d never get hurt again

That it didn’t matter

How my heart was shattered

As there wouldn’t be

Any more pain

Well, you lied

This is worse

Those Left Behind

I’m relieved to read

Your memories

Have now started

To blend

As heaven knows

With enough guilt

I already

Must contend

Ghosts Of The Past

I think it’s unfair

To suggest

I use my childhood

As a shield

When, in fact,

It’s the way they act

That makes me

Unwilling

To yield

Ideals

Heavy is

The head

That wears

The crown

Heavy is

The heart

That’s been

Let down

All Talked Out

Is it really

Any wonder

Why I no longer

Sleep with men

When all they’ve done

Is let me down

Time

And time again

Beautifully Ruined

For the first time

In a long time

I felt myself

Today

Full of lumps

Bruises and bumps

Yet I still took

My own breath away

“How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?”

I just thought

I’d call

He said

To check

That you’re ok

You are

So very kind

She said

To care for me

That way 

I’ll also ask

While I’m on

He said

If there’s anything

I can do?

I’m sure

I’ll be fine

She said

To me this

Is nothing new

Proof

These scars

Are the

Remainder

Of everything

You killed

So now

They’re my

Reminder

That I know

How to rebuild

Fishwives

Scream

And shout

All you like

But it

Won’t change

A thing

Because if

This bluster

Is all you

Can muster

Then there’s

No chance

You

Will win

Punching Bags

If we take away

The anger

The frustration

And the pain

It’s pretty clear

Neither one of us

Has anything

To gain

“Mine, Yours and The Truth”

When you said

I should leave

I did what

You asked me to do

I used that day

To run away

From everything

I knew

All those years

You took the blame

For me pressing

Self destruct

When, in truth,

It was just an excuse

That I used

To get fucked

The Scapegoat

It’s ok

If you want

To stay

I will be

The one

To leave

But just

Remember

When they find out

It’s my loss

They will grieve

Without A Fuss

Don’t you want to get better?

No, she politely replied

I think folks would be happier

If I just quietly died

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