Back Tracking

I remember

When you asked

And all too quckly

I said no

Now I wonder

Having made that blunder

Just how far

I would go

Still Bitter

I hope that you

Are happy now

And you go to sleep

With a smile

But for me to hope

That she doesn’t choke

Is going to take

A while

In Ruins

I gave you every

Piece of me

Acted like

A woman posessed

And yet

You squandered

Everything

Until there

Was nothing left

Fleeting

If you get

A chance

Of happiness

You should grab it

With both hands

Take it from one

Whose time

Has gone

And so completely

Understands

I Think I Love You

This should’ve been

About convenience

And not a true

Affair of the heart

But when you tell me lies

To my total surprise

It completely

Tears me apart 

Lucid Drinking

As I sit here

Nursing a beer

Facing up

To the cold light of day

It is crystal clear

To me now, dear

You never loved me

Anyway

Fickle

You can pull
Out all the stops
Call on every ploy
And device
But whatever the spiel
They will never feel
Exactly the same way,
Twice

Poking The Bear

Now you’ve upped

And left me

Breaking my heart

Again

I wish you nothing

But cruelty,

Emotional torture

And pain

The Endless Search

If I could turn

Back the clock

I’d say yes

To that walk

If only the sands

Of time would stop

I’d stay awhile

And talk

But for a return

Through time and space

There is no point

In wishing

If wherever I’d go

Whatever the place

You will still

Be missing

Xxx

Taking A Number

I actually believed it

When you said

“I love you”

But little

Did I realise

I was at the back

Of the queue

Saturday

It wasn’t written 

In the stars

Or foretold through 

Your wanky cards 

It was just by chance 

We met that day 

And I wouldn’t have had it 

Any other way

Xxx

Spoons

It’s only now 

On this 

Winters night 

That I wish

You were here 

By my side

That Wins Me Over

There’s no need

For anything fancy

Or to reinvent

The wheel

Because it won’t be

What you say to me

But how

You make me feel

Digging My Own Hole

After all

The effort

I put in

You’d think

I’d learn

To enjoy it

But I know

Before long

I’ll start

To feel wronged

And then

I’ll just fucking

Destroy it

Etched

Give me a pen
And I will trace
The exact outline
Of his face
Without
Even
Looking

Bait And Switch

I didn’t believe in love

She said

Until my head

Was turned

Then I realised

How right I was

When I got

My fingers burned

The Rough Vs The Smooth

I’ve often wondered

Over the years

If I had never met

The barbarian

What my life

Would have been like

Had I slept

With the librarian

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)


High School English Teachers 

I remember everything about you

Your cardigan, glasses and quiff

If you weren’t so much older

Maybe I’d have been bolder

And asked you out forthwith

(Originally Posted 19.08.2022)


Last Chance 

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.

(Originally Posted 19.08.2019)

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