Of all
The things
I've known
To be true
I'd say one
Is the spark
Between me
And you
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
“My Name Is Luka…”
So much the same
Between me and you
But it’s okay
I’ve buried it too
A Cautionary Tale
Do as I say
Not as I do
Words I really
Should have tattooed
Signs Of A Misspent Youth
Have you done this before
He said
As you’re really rather good
Some things wouldn’t be right to share
She said
Even if I could
The Wisdom Of Age
The older I get
She said
I’ve realised
That the timing
Will never be right
You’ve just got to go for it
She said
And to not
Be so uptight
Glassy Eyed
This isn’t the most painful
She said
Or the worst hardship
I’ve endured
My armour’s doing fine
She said
Though I’m not too sure
About yours
Believe Me
You convince yourself
It’s not that bad
When it’s the only love
You’ve ever had
That Evil Within
I’ve seen what lurks
Inside you
Despite what you’re trying
To show
And it’s clear, in fact
Your crawling back
Just confirms what
I already know
Spilled Guts
To acclaim and adulation
Of late I’ve been besieged
But that’s just what happens
When your mind blackens
And suffers a containment breach
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
Never To Be Seen Again
Though I caught his eye
As he said goodbye
I couldn’t quite tell
If he would jump
But when he didn’t show up
Later on that month
I knew to the bridge
He had succumbed
Another Kick In The Teeth
There was once a time
When I could go home
Shower
And wash myself clean
But now there’s no let up
No matter how hard I scrub
From the pain
My body has seen
Pyrrhic Victories
Why even try
In the end
Why bother
To believe
There’s just
Disappointment
And a lack
Of enjoyment
No matter what
We try to achieve
And All This Could Have Been Avoided
When I asked
If you still loved me
You should’ve just said
Absolutely not
Now all that’s stemmed
From your lying
Is a whole heap of crying
And both of us losing
The plot
Gordonstoun
I felt sorry for him
The boy on the train
Said he’d ran away
From school again
Told me his parents
Just didn’t care
There was nothing,
But misery,
For him there
Walking Late At Night
As he followed her
She panicked
Is this my time to die?
I wonder what I’ll have for tea
He thought
As he just strolled on by
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
“Some People Are Pricks”
If it’s
So fucking easy
Then go out
And get your own
You be all bright
And breezy
And see what kindness
You’re shown
What’s The Time, Mr Wolf?
The problem
With hiding
Is finding
Myself
The Brave Front
After all
Is said and done
I’m still devastated
That you’re gone
Xxx
The Truth Sleuth
You cannot hide it
Or simply deny it
Because even if you try it
I’ll most certainly find it
Wounds Of A Different Kind
Time may heal
But it kills too
I know that now,
Without you
Merciless
In amongst
All the bullshit
There’s one thing
That’s still true
I might scream and curse
And make matters worse
But I’ll never be a cunt
Like you
‘4 Real’
My poems are not
Very nice
Particularly warm,
Or fuzzy
But they do resonate
With those desolate
And who prefer their words
Bloody
Excess
What day even is it?
She said
As she opened the fridge door
I’ve got no idea
He said
But I can’t eat any more
I’ll Buy My Own, Thanks
What I’ve got for you depends
He said
On if you’ve been bad or good
I couldn’t give a fuck
She said
And haven’t since childhood
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