Champagne and strawberries
On the lawn
Pictures of love
So delicately drawn
The heavens open
Colours are blurred
Dreams are halted
And smiles deferred
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Champagne and strawberries
On the lawn
Pictures of love
So delicately drawn
The heavens open
Colours are blurred
Dreams are halted
And smiles deferred
You had me at goodbye
But lost me at hello
Okay, okay
I’ve heard you say
You never really loved me
Anyway
There’s no need
To rub it in
I was doing better alone
Then you came and messed with my head
So now I’ve got a different set of problems
To think about instead
Not since those heady days
Of Haddaway in ’93
Have I really asked
How long it lasts
And what love means to me
We left it all
At La Belle Aurore
So we needn’t say
Any more
So near
Yet so far
All that’s left
Is this scar
Nothing more
Nothing less
Other than life
In this mess
Real love isn’t all poetry
With hearts and fancy flowers
Sometimes it’s just about making do
And putting in the hours
I walked past your house
Every day
But never knocked the door
—–
I watched as you passed
Every day
And always hoped for more
I woke up alone again today
Going over the words we spoke
Another day without you here
Really is a fucking joke
Xxx
I already miss you
She said
And you haven’t even left
Xxx
I know he can’t be mine
She said
But now he’ll never be yours
If only he’d grow a spine
She said
And just choose one of us
Life without you recently
Certainly has been gloomy
Even if my heart is now
That little bit more roomy
You were the light
To my shade
The sunshine
To my rain
That is why
I can’t forgive you
For causing me
All this pain
Why did you come here
He said
What exactly did you expect
Well they told me if I did
She said
That I’d feel less bereft
This isn’t love
It’s just a habit
No more
And no less
Remember that
You asked me
To run away with you
So, hesitantly, I did
And it was fun
Until you left
You fucking lying prick
Now you’ve led me again
Onto the path of darkness
Who knows how this will end
Last time all that was left
Was sparseness
And we couldn’t even be friends
Go on then pal
Unbutton your flies
Let's see what
You've got tonight
Does that bulge
In your jeans
Really mean
What I think it means
Will you actually have
Enough in there to please
Or are you just
A pretentious tease...
Do you believe in soulmates
He asked
As he lay back in the bed
No
She said, bluntly
Now can we just fuck instead
Thanks for that my dear
He said
Would you like a cigarette?
Are you fucking serious
She said
We haven’t finished yet!
There will be someone out there
He said
That will be the one for you
What if he’s already gone
She said
I don’t believe there can be two
I try to write but the words fail.
Sit, think, smoke, exhale.
As I reach for the coffee cup,
I wonder if my time is up.
Have I forgotten you,
Is that what this is?
The reason I can no longer write this shit?
Or could it be this depression is finally lifting?
Maybe the all encompassing darkness is shifting?
Perhaps after all this time my heart is mended.
And my love affair with words has ended.
(Originally Posted 11.08.2019)
If I spent time with my younger self, what would I say?
Well done for putting up with this bullshit every day
If I spent time with my younger self, what would I see?
A weary acceptance that life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
If I spent time with my younger self, what would I feel?
An overwhelming sadness that time will never heal
If I spent time with my younger self, what would I do?
Tell them to pack a bag and run away with you
(Originally Posted 24.07.2019)
I wish I’d never met you.
Life would be easier then.
If I’d never met you
I wouldn’t have to forget you.
And I would be happier then.
(Originally Posted 09.03.2019)
I’m glad
I kept
your aftershave,
so that I
can wear
it too.It’s the
only thing
that I
have left,
that keeps
me close
to you.(Originally Posted 14.06.2019)
When he asked if she was OK, she smiled and nodded her head.
She didn’t have the heart to tell him she wished that she was dead.
When he brushed the tears from her eyes, she winced and turned away.
She didn’t have the heart to tell him she wished that he could stay.
When he held her for the last time, she knew she would get her wish.
She didn’t have the heart to tell him she’d already planned for this.
(Originally Posted 23.06.2019)
Sometimes it's easy to think about you.
Our memories overwhelm me,
I feel the touch of your hand in mine,
and my eyes sparkle with joyous delight.
Sometimes I can't think about you at all.
My brain shuts off the pathway to the pain,Â
My lungs stop taking in air,
and my heart, momentarily, stops beating.
Sometimes it's easy to talk about you.
Words fall from my mouth,
stories flow like vintage wine,Â
and my smile is as wide as the horizon.
Sometimes I can't talk about you at all.
Sentences fail to form in my head,
my voice dries up like a parched riverbed,Â
and my mouth is clamped like a vice.
(Originally Posted 22.03.2019)
I hear her calling my name,
Luring me to the murky depths.
Her song, beckons me.
Her promise, tantalises me.
I am compelled to listen.
I am urged to respond.
But she is all the way out at sea,
And I never learned to swim.
(Originally Posted 23.04.2019)
My heart is empty now;
it can never be filled.My life is over now;
my spirit you have killed.(Originally Posted 16.07.2019)
I’d give you my heart,
But it’s not worth me tryingI’d give you my body,
But it’s not worth your touchI’d give you my soul,
But it’s not worth my cryingI’d give you my life,
But it’s not worth very much(Originally Posted 19.04.2019)
I’ve never loved myself
So I didn’t expect you to either
Thank you so much for trying,
However,
But I knew we’d achieve neither
The more I try to join in
The more it seems
Love is a game
No one taught me
How to play(Originally Posted 01.06.2019)
You said
To me
You’d always
Be true
Yet it’s clear
That forever
Meant fuck all
To you
‘You’re the shit and I’m knee deep in it…’
You’re in the supermarket on a cold winters day.
You’re minding your own business, pushing your trolley and checking items off your list when your nose twitches at the smell of freshly baked bread. Tempted, you wander over to the bakery.
Your stomach grumbles as you peruse the counter. Your eyes widen as they drink in the glorious delights on offer. Loaves, rolls, buns, cakes, pastries, biscuits, tarts: each as tantalising as the next. After much internal deliberation you finally decide which one to buy.
A chocolate eclair.
You signal your selection to the assistant who hands you your prize in a cardboard box, neatly tied with ribbon. You carefully place the box at the far end of your trolley, safely stowed away from heavier household goods that might roll around and crush it.
You finish the rest of your shopping a little quicker now, somehow lighter of step, and stride with purpose to the checkout.
You hastily pack and pick up your shopping bags but you grip the box tightly in your hand, carrying it safely all the way out to your car.
You drive along with the box calling to you, provocatively, on the passenger seat. You glance over every few minutes, stretching out a protective hand and smiling in anticipation.
You get home and unpack your shopping whilst waiting, impatiently, for the kettle to boil. The box consumes your thoughts as you drum your fingers on the counter top, and your excitement continues to build.
You sit down in your favourite chair and make yourself comfortable. You tenderly untie the ribbon and lift the lid of the box. You lick your lips as your heart quickens and you finally take a bite of the glistening chocolate eclair.
You begin to realise, as you chew, that it doesn’t taste as good as you thought it would.
The cream is artificial and bland. The pastry is soggy and sticks to your cheeks. The chocolate is saccharine and hurts your teeth.
Disappointed, you put the remaining piece of the chocolate eclair back into the box, close the lid and re-tie the ribbon. You throw the box in the bin without a care in the world.
And that’s what love is like.
Being lured in by the chocolate eclair when, all along, you really should have picked the strawberry tart.
(Originally Posted 07.03.2019)
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is a pain
In the proverbial behind
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)
I think that I forgot myself
Somewhere along the way
So not only have I lost you
I’ve got a whole life to replay
(Originally Posted 28.07. 2019)
Confusion reigns
As my head struggles to explain
What I feel inside my heartSadness remains
As with all encompassing pain
I hate that we have to part(Originally Posted 06.07.2019)
My eyes weep
As my heart aches
I hope you’re happy now
My mind breaks
As my guts bleed
I hope you’re happy now
My soul scars
As you leave
I hope you’re happy now
(Originally Posted 21.03.2019)
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I may very well
Have been a cunt
But so, my dear, have you
There were times when I would tire of it all,
But I don’t have a single regret.
I never once got bored of it all,
Our inescapable duet.
(Originally Posted 06.05.2019)
You should be here with us.
Reciting these stories,
Reminding us of the facts,
Pointing out the details,
Bringing these memories to life.
We didn't realise, back then,
We'd need to remember it all.
As one day you wouldn't be here,
To connect the dots...
(Originally Posted 13.03.2019)
I was doing really well today you know.
I got out of bed at a reasonable time.
I sang to myself in the shower.
I put on different clothes.
I remembered to fed the cat.
I cleaned the bathroom.
I threw out the stale food from the fridge.
I washed the bed sheets.
I took the rubbish out.
I went for a swim.
I started listening to a new podcast.
I went shopping in the afternoon.
I even flirted with the man who served me.
And then I drove past the blue sign.
And the sky fell in.
And I remembered everything.
And my heart shattered all over again.
(Originally Posted 11.03.2019)
I roll over to your side of the bed.
My limbs search for yours,
My lungs for your scent,
My mouth for your kiss.
But all that’s left is your imprint.
So my tears fall into your pillow,
Once again.
(Originally Posted 23.03.2019)
Widowed when you're 38
He said
That's my plan for you
Well all I can say to that
She said
Is seriously, fuck you
(Originally Posted 14.4.2019)
The darker nights
Are drawing in,
Not least those
In my heart.
I should stop
Drinking bathtub gin,
Now that would
Be a start.
(Originally Posted 09.04.2019)
Don't look at me that way
If you can't back up
What your eyes betray
(Originally Posted 22.03.2019)
He
really
loved
you,
you
know
Like
only
a true
friend
can
I
know
I was
his
woman
But
you
were
definitely
his man
If only I could ask you,
But I never should.If only I could show you,
But I never would.If only you could tell me,
But you never should.If only you could love me,
But you never would.(Originally Posted 20.04.2019)
Death leaves
scars on the
hearts of
the living.
Unstitchable
wounds
destined to
irritate those
forced to
bear them,
forever.
(Originally Posted 13.5.2019)
If this is how life is going to be
Then I wish to play no part.
I have neither the strength nor the desire
To risk another broken heart.
(Originally Posted 19.05.2019)
I
think
you
might
expire
He
said
If
your
sigh
gets
any
heavier
Well,
I guess
I'd be
better
off
She
said
Now
he's
agreed
to marry
her
I only ever wanted you
But then he arrived instead
Now there’s no chance
In any circumstance
Of you sleeping in my bed
If we were to meet again
I’d simply walk on by
I’d turn my head away from you
Try not to catch your eye
For I could not do this again
Your loss has left me broken
No, I’d simply walk on by
With nary a word spoken
From this cold embittered heart
I just cannot be prised apart
Like a leech on an open wound
Oh, is there any hope for me
From the past to be set free
And to love again become more attuned?
🖤
You could just say how you feel
He said
Instead of sending me a song
But these folks are professionals
She said
And I’d only get it wrong
Some people stay together
And hate every second of it
But as they’re bound by tradition
They put up with each others shit
They’re worn down day after day
But are far too scared to leave
For of a life full of happiness
They cannot possibly conceive
Maybe one day we’ll meet again
And maybe one day we won’t
But one things for sure
We’ll never be anything more
Than what either of us had hoped
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