You Were Warned

I don’t know who

You think you are

Walking around

All giddy

And bright

It’s as if you think

A cheeky wink

Will make it

All alright

Well I’m here to say

It’s not ok

And for your sins

You must pay

So sometime soon

This recent boon

Will end much

To your dismay

The Gradual Loss

It seems

The inevitable

Has happened

And I have finally

Gone mad

As I’m starting

To forget

The good things

Instead

Of just the bad

A Rum Punch

If at first

You don’t succeed

You should try,

And try again

Then when all else fails

Down a sea of cocktails

And hope

It dulls the pain

Fatalism

The lighter’s scritch

Scratches the itch

Of yet another

Nicotine hit

So I flick the switch

And cross the stitch

On yet another day

I didn’t quit

Handover

You’ll
never
cope

She
said

When
this
happens
to you

I
know

He
said

I’m
dreading
it too

That

It’s
just not
right

That you
won’t be
here when
I look
tonight

It’s
just not
fair

That I’ll
reach for
your hand
and it won’t
be there

Never Stop

If I turn on the tap,
it’ll never stop flowing.

If I turn on the rage,
it’ll never stop glowing.

If I turn on my mind,
it’ll never stop knowing.

If I turn on my grief,
it’ll never stop showing.

It will never stop,
this seed I am sewing.

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