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

Succinct

What is life
He said
Without a little risk?

There’s testing the limit
She said
And then taking the piss

At The Widows Support Group

Do you ever miss him?

All the time, she said

Each night I cry

Screaming “why?”

As I lay down

In our bed

Do you ever miss him?

Never once, she said

The second he’d gone

I just moved on

To someone else

Instead 

Finding My Own Way

You can tell me ’til

You’re blue in the face

But there’s no way

That I’ll hear it 

It may sound cliché

But for me to stay

You’ll just have

To let me feel it

Cheap Rent

Fancy coming up

He said

For a night

Of unbridled bliss?

I shouldn’t think so pal

She said

After all,

I’ve heard you piss!

Are you some kind of freak

He said

When someone pees

You listen in?

It honestly can’t be helped

She said

These walls

Are paper thin!

The Unknowable

Sometimes I wonder

If you were asked

What it is

You’d say

About me

Would you describe

All that time

We spent

Together

As happy?

“You Wouldn’t Understand…”

You want advice?

I’m full of it

She exuberantly claimed

On any topic or theme

I can intervene

And so help to ease your mind

I can think of nothing worse

She sighed

Than spilling my guts to you

Because all I’d hear back

Is a load of crap

From your asinine point of view

Mutual Culpability

It doesn’t matter

Who was right

Or who

Was fucking wrong

We both did

The worst

And equally

Got hurt

By stringing

Each other along

Tapping Out

That’s it

I’m done

I have had

Enough

There is no

More smooth

To soften

The rough

And I know

That I seem

Pretty hardy

And tough

But trust me

I’m made

Of nothing like

The stuff

I Remember

You cannot say

You didn’t know

Or that I wasn’t clear

When I said no

The fact that you

Were “just a kid”

Will never justify

What you did

Used To It

It’s not me you want

It’s her, over there

With the sparkly eyes

And the perfect hair

But I’ll play along

And my feelings, ignore

After all I’ve done it

Plenty times before

The Wrong Tree

It’s nice to see

How you are with me

Is in no way chauvinistic

But as for your chance

When it comes to romance

I wouldn’t be too optimistic

Take Note

If what you say

Proves to be true 

Then I will give 

Myself to you 

But if what you say 

Proves to be false 

Then I’ll rip you apart

Without remorse

Secluded

Slowly 
I walk
Along
The bridge
Resisting
The urge
To jump

But
I feel
The ringing
In my ears
And my heart
Begin
To thump

Now
I have felt
This way
Before
And
I recognise
The slump

So I go
In search 
Somewhere
Else
For these
Feelings
To dump

Food For Thought

To be honest

Most folks

Are doing

What you do

Just trying

Their best

To make

It through

So please

Don’t believe

All that

Bullshit’s true

Because, trust me,

It’s not all

About you

From The Gallows

I remember,

Once,

He asked me

How I cope

With all these trials

I just use the darkest

Of humours,

I said,

Along with

The wryest of smiles

Landslides

Waking up

This morning

To his

Promises

Of change

Yet unable

To shake

The feeling

That he’ll

Fuck it up

Again

That Wins Me Over

There’s no need

For anything fancy

Or to reinvent

The wheel

Because it won’t be

What you say to me

But how

You make me feel

For Clarity

I know

That we

Have

Hardly

Spoken

But my

Insides

Are now

Broken

And what

Is left

Merely

A token

Of the

Woman

I used to be

Bait And Switch

I didn’t believe in love

She said

Until my head

Was turned

Then I realised

How right I was

When I got

My fingers burned

Back In Business

I often think

Of that night

And how events

Proceeded

Because being seduced

Was the confidence boost

That I so sorely

I needed

Is It Really The Kindest Thing?

The worst is when

All hope is gone

And you know that they

Can’t carry on

When the end is coming

At them hard

And all that’s left

Is wounds and scars

That’s when you wish

They could call it a day

Instead of just watching

Them waste away

“I Was Sorry To Hear About Your Dad…”

I remembered what

It was like today

Back when that pain

Gnawed away

When his death broke me

To the sum of my parts

And my mental health

Was off the charts

And although with her

I did empathise

I couldn’t be false

Or tell her lies

So I whispered the truth

As I’ve come to accept it

Although time does heal

It can never correct it

I’ve Met Your Sort Before

I’ll sleep with you

When I’m good and ready

So don’t come around here

All hot and heavy

Thinking your patter

Will trick me to bed

You see all that talk

I’ve heard before

And believe you me

I know the score

So never again

Can I be misled

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