In The Trance Tent

Although

I had

A really

Good time

And never once

Felt on

My own

It seems

Despite

Dancing with

A sea of people

I’m still destined

To go home

Alone

Gut Punch

Just as you

Start to think

You can cope

With anything

It comes along

To prove you wrong

And you’re left,

Reeling

Revenge

If only they

Could see us now

It would really

Boil their piss

The fact we’re friends

Having made amends

Really is

The coldest dish

Deep And Meaningless

I’m sorry

If I’m boring

And the conversation

Way too deep

It’s not that I like

Being awake

I’m just too scared

To go to sleep

S(ex)

When

The night is over

And the deed

Is done

I’ll just see

Myself out

Knowing full well

You have won

Bloody Hellfire

It was only

When my fingers

Were well

And truly burnt

That I realised

We were good together

Until we really

Fucking weren’t

Thanks A Lot, Walt

For all your experience

He said

You’re still so fucking naive

I grew up watching fairy tales

She said

So that’s what I was led to believe

Unlike Some

If I’ve learned one thing

After all these years

It’s that being kind to yourself

Doesn’t end in tears

And something else I’ve learned

From surviving the worst

Is that loving yourself

Never fucking hurts

A Cold Front

If I had the chance

To meet you again

I’d walk away

From day one

To protect myself

From a living hell

I’d say hello

And then be gone

You Should Tell Him

In order

For things

To go

To plan

You have

To make one

First

No good

Ever comes

From

Putting it off

Just because

You fear

The worst

Volumes

There’s nobody to wake me

Or offer me a drink

No one here to greet me

Or ask me what I think

I always thought I’d be happy

If I was on my own

But I’d never considered

How I’d become so withered

From the silence of being alone

Ten Years Too Late

If only you

Could see me now

I’m sure

That you’d be proud

I think you’d agree

I’m as I should be

And you’d say you love me

Out loud

For The Best

As wonderful

As one night may seem

I simply can’t agree

To such a scheme

As being with you

Even for a minute

Would leave a pile of shit

And me knee deep in it

Going, Going, Gone…

If only you could wait

She said

I’d make it worth your while 

As much as that appeals

He said

Hanging around just ain’t my style

Reassurance

All it really needed

Was for you to take my hand

To whisper to me, sweetly

And to say you understand

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

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