What is it going to take
He said
For you to open up to me?
Another bottle of wine for starters
She said
And a money back guarantee
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
What is it going to take
He said
For you to open up to me?
Another bottle of wine for starters
She said
And a money back guarantee
So today marks the beginning
Of WordPress year three
Happy two year anniversary to me
Quite a lot has changed
Since that first post
Not least the number of people
Seemingly engrossed
In reading my innermost thoughts and feelings
Which I admit even now
I have a hard time believing
For there are far more talented writers here than me
Whose focus isn’t madness, sadness or profanity
Yet as I’ve looked back over posts of the past
I see my words gradually getting lighter
Perhaps this is due, in part,
To my life being that little bit brighter
So, I hear you ask, will my future posts just become asinine?
Well, I suppose, your guess is as good as mine
But one things for sure
You’ll still find me here beneath the armour
Writing, posting and chatting
As your ever grateful Little Charmer
It’s four twenty five in the afternoon and I’m still lying in bed.
Trying, in vain, to sleep away the thoughts inside my head.
Perhaps I should get up and go out for a bracing walk instead.
It has to be better than staying in here and wishing I was dead.
(Originally Posted 22.06.2019)
There’s
that
old
phrase‘Least
said,
soonest
mended’Well
please
feel
freeTo say
what you
want
to meI’ll
never
be
offended
Wouldn’t
it save
all
this
fuss
and
botherIf we
were
just
honest
with
each
other?
How will you know
She said
If it’s her or me?
I have no idea
He said
Confusedly
Tell me
how
you do
it
She
said
How
do you
stay so
strong
I
don’t
really
know
He
said
I make
it up
as
I go
along
‘Very few of us are what we seem…’
– Agatha Christie
You don’t
laugh much
do youHe
saidI’ve hardly
ever seen
you smilePerhaps
you might
understandShe
saidIf you
sit with
me awhile
I
expected
better
from
you
I
thought
you at
least had
a backbone
I guess
you’ve
got more
to lose
than me
If
you had
to go
through
life alone
I look in
the mirror
And what
do I see?
A paragon
of virtue
In a sea of
debauchery
You can
always
trust
that
having
family
aroundWill
keep
your
feet
firmly
on the
ground
Just piss
off with your
Christmas shitAll this
Ho, Ho,
Fucking Ho…Not
everyone
appreciates itSome of us
are depressed,
you know
It’s
easy
to lieWhen
no one
is listening
You should
talk more,
he said,
open up
about
how you
feelIt’s not
possible,
she said,
for it’s
not my
secret to
reveal
Do I
feel
better
It’s
hard
to tell
As I’m
already
trapped
In this
living
hell
You say
it’s not me,
it’s you.But
you’re
a liar.And we
both know
that’s true.
Don’t
want
the
truth?
Then
don’t
ask
me.
I
will
not
lie,
To
protect
your
sanity.
Please
answer
my
questionInstead
of
avoiding
itAnd
try to
be
honestInstead
of
this
bullshit
I thought
talking
would make
it easierBut if
anything
it’s made
it worseIt seems
there’s
nothing
I can doTo rid
myself
of this
curse
Thank you
for helping meTo see all the things
I struggle to seeFor making me laugh
and smile againFor allowing me to feel the sun
and forget about the rain
Looking at you
Looking at meI wonder how
far into
my soul
you can
really seeLooking at me
Looking at youI wonder
if I’ll ever
believe
what you
say is true
I got
bored of
this shit
a long
time agoThese
endless
tales of
sadness
and woeWith eyes
that burn
from the
tears that
flowI loathe
myself
more than
you’ll
ever know
Despite my
protests
to the
contrary,
it has
always
been you.
Why not
meet me
at the
library,
and I’ll make
your dreams
come true.
I rummage around inside my head as I search for what to say
But the silence means all you hear is that I don’t want you to stay
I rummage around inside my head as I look down to the floor
But the silence means all you hear is that I don’t love you anymore
What is painfully sad for both of us is that neither of these things are true
But this jumble sale of words in my head prevents me from being honest with you
One day
you’ll tell me
and I
will run away.
One day
you’ll tell me
and I’ll
beg to stay.
One day
you’ll tell me
and my
tears will sting.
One day
you’ll tell me
and my
heart will sing.
Time marches on
As I come undone
And my memories fade further away.
I try to hold on,
To ignore the loaded gun
As I trudge through another day.