Now That’s Fucking Ironic

I shout and swear

About how you don’t care

And you just presume that I’m strong

Yet if you actually asked

It’s a one hundred percent fact

That I’d lie to you all day long


The Self Pity Party

So many nights I’ve cried,

Feeling dead inside,

Whilst wrestling with my neurosis.

Now I can’t help but discern,

Despite your care and concern,

That you haven’t even noticed.

(Originally Posted 05.10.2019)

Just A Tad

Melodramatic?

Me?

Never!


The Night Shift

Is it
too late
to phone
in sick?

For life…

(Originally Posted 31.07.2019)

‘Priceless Advice’

Take all of your keepsakes

They say

And put them in a box

That way you will always have

A reminder of who you’ve lost

But not everything can be locked away

And it’s those things that you miss

It’s not like a shirt can replace a hug

Or a photo a kiss


Sense (less)

I’m starting to forget.

Your face,

Your voice,

Your touch.

I don’t like it.

(Originally Posted 30.07.2019)

A Wry Chuckle

Yet another based in fact,

This one,

From a past life indescretion

Thank fuck I found,

In the end,

Less painful forms of expression


Conflicting Stories

I gave you everything I could

He said

Even if you don’t remember it

You gave me hell, heartbreak and hepatitis

She said

And your dope was shit

(Originally Posted 11.3.2021)

Tremulous

Nothing can bring me

Down today

All my pain

Has gone away

Wherever I go

You’ll hear me say

Thank fuck for Prozac

Hip hop hooray!

Liars

Let’s
all
raise
a glass

And
make a
drunken
toast

To all
those
cruel
bastards
out there

Who
claim
they
love us
the most

Home

It pains me to think
of the amount of times
I wished I'd come home
to find the house exactly
as I'd left it

How ironic that now
that's what happens,
what I want more than anything 
is to come home and find you
just as I'd left you 

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