There’s only so much you can take
He said
Before you’ll break down for good
If you don’t think I’m screwed already
She said
Then you’ve clearly misunderstood
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
There’s only so much you can take
He said
Before you’ll break down for good
If you don’t think I’m screwed already
She said
Then you’ve clearly misunderstood
Don’t just fucking humour me
She said
Actually listen to what I’m saying
But my job is to indulge you
He said
Isn’t that why you’re paying?
There’s no point in us speaking
I don’t want to argue anymore
If you choose not to hear me
Then despite loving you dearly
I’m walking out the door
I’m not talking to you anymore
She said
You’re being ridiculously petty
If you’d have listened in the first place
He said
We could have been in bed already
The last time we met I was crazy
She said
But you’ll be pleased to know I’m better
We didn’t need to meet for this
He said
In fact I’d have preferred a letter
I’m sorry I didn’t listen
He said
But I thought I knew it all
Now I’ll watch from the sidelines
She said
And cheer on your downfall
Thanks for talking to me
He said
I hope it was of some worth
Thank you for listening
She said
It brought me back to earth
That summer with you was glorious.
I was young, fearless and eager to learn.
You were older, wiser and willing to teach.
I can still recall that first night. You grabbed my hand and whispered ‘Come with me’.
We sailed past the doormen and into the club. I remember that heady mix of beer in plastic glasses, cigarette smoke and pounding bass lines in darkened alcoves.
We danced all night as those songs played and we lost ourselves in each other.
That summer was twenty two years ago, but it feels like it was yesterday.
Thank You.
For JH.
(Originally Posted 24.03.2019)
Learn to fly in your mind
and fly freely for a lifetime
Xxx
Read
to me
some
more
She
said
I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice
Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear
He
said
You
know
it’s
always
your
choice
If
I can’t
speak
to you
anymore
Then
who
else is
going to
listen?
There’s
not
many
that
can
tolerate
My
incessant
whining
and
bitching
It
hurts
my
heart
To
hear
you
cry
And
watch
you
break
Like
this
As
your
life
Falls
apart
And
you
stare
Into
the
abyss
I wander
off the
beaten
track
Mulling
it over
in my
mind
I dream
about
what’s yet
to come
And
lament
what I’ve
left behind
People play
those songsWith no notion
of this painNo idea that
when I hear themMy heart bleeds
for you again
Every time
I hear
this song
It brings
tears to
my eyes
And pain
to my
heart
A reminder of
all I’ve come
to despise
And how
we’ll forever
be apart
I should
just press
stop
Switch
off the
laptop
And
walk
away…
There
was
once a
lightThat
shone
in my
lifeBut
now it’s
sadly
gone outFor
I
have
foundHeroes
let
you
downOf that
there
can be
doubt
For the third night in a row there are people having a party, somewhere, along my street.
I can hear them talking and laughing in their garden.
I can smell their cigarette smoke through my open window.
I can hear the rattle of beer bottles as they are thrown into the recycle bin.
Music blares away until the early hours.
I’m so jealous sitting here, miserable and alone, night after night.
I mean, I can be fun too you know.
Well, kind of.
Your
melancholic
madness
dances
rings
around
my
heart
As
you
smudge
your
eyes
with
kohl
And
slash
your
lips
with
crimson
Admit it.
You hate this as much as I do.
It’s what keeps us together.
The warmth of the sun on your face,
The anticipation of a road trip with friends,
The promise of tall tales around the campfire.
It’s the little things that bring the most joy.
It’s when it comes from nowhere,
that’s the worst.
The hysterical sobs that hit without warning.
When I’m driving and our song comes on the radio.
When a letter arrives and it’s addressed to you.
When I find a pair of your socks in my drawer.
My throat constricts,
as my lungs compress.
My stomach lurches,
as my heart laments.
And my eyes burn as I drown, slowly, in my own tears.
‘What a mess…’
We are so close but so far away
You are listening and so am I
You remember and so do I
If only things were different
But they never could be
No-one is that lucky
'It is what it is'
After all