#16 The Friend

Today is going to be hard,

I know,

But that is why I’m here.

To eat, drink and smoke

With you

And wipe away your tears.

Xxx

#4 The Bigamist

I’ll love you forever and ever

Until we’re both cold and blue

Just don’t worry

Your pretty little head

With who else I’ve said this to

Complex Needs

We can’t keep doing this

He said

Something has to change

I fear that our dynamic

She said

Is too hard to rearrange

Random #113

'What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part,—
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.'

– Christina Rossetti

No Recriminations

You said

You didn’t want me

So I had no choice

But to move on

If you’d made it clear

How you held me dear

Then your feelings

I wouldn’t have forgone

Faithless

You say you’re ever loving

Yet your cruelty holds no bounds

If you care as much

As they tell me

Then why do you make me frown

Putting The Washing Away

You’re OK

You know

Most days

You just get on

With things

Then suddenly

Out of nowhere

It hits you

At the foot

Of the stairs

And you weep

As you realise

Most days

Will never

Be the same

Again

Aiming Higher

What if your best

Isn’t good enough

What if things

Shouldn’t be this tough

Maybe it’s OK

That I want more

And I deserve

What I’m asking for

Random #96

‘You teach me now how cruel you’ve been – cruel and false! Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me – then what right had you to leave me? What right – answer me – for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?

Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you – oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’

– Emily Brontë

Hope(less)

So it seems I have

A second chance

Another shot

At potential romance

Problem is

Where to start

How do I open

This Stygian heart

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