Only halfway
Through your story
And you’re already
Beginning to bore me
Sometime later
When your story ends
I know for sure
We’ll just be friends
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Only halfway
Through your story
And you’re already
Beginning to bore me
Sometime later
When your story ends
I know for sure
We’ll just be friends
You may think
Your cheeky wink
Was both charming
And flirtatious
Yet your inane smile
And attempt to beguile
Tested nothing
But my patience
Thank you
So much
For your
Concern
But I
Am doing
Just fine
I don’t feel
I need to
Be healed
So your offer
I must decline
You want advice?
I’m full of it
She exuberantly claimed
On any topic or theme
I can intervene
And so help to ease your mind
I can think of nothing worse
She sighed
Than spilling my guts to you
Because all I’d hear back
Is a load of crap
From your asinine point of view
It wasn’t
That I
Am frigid
Or disinterested
In scoring
But your attempts
To flirt
Were insipid
And your chat,
Pretty boring
You should get out
For a walk
He said
It’s great
For your mental health
I trust
Your poxy advice
She said
Even less
Than I trust myself
Suggestions on what
To do and not
Believe me,
I’ve had a billion
But remember that
What you state as fact
Is just
Your fucking opinion
If only I looked
And felt okay
Then I’d be there
Without delay
But as it is
It’s been a pretty bad day
So I’ll stay in and wish
My life away
I really am
Very sorry
I did not mean
To offend
But to look
Interested
In what you
Had suggested
I couldn’t be bothered
To pretend
If the price
Of love
Is loss
Then I’ll
Just wait
For the sales
Why don’t you come along
They said
We’re going for coffee and cake
To force such joy upon me
She said
Would only be a mistake
Have faith
In the afterlife
They say
Even just
A little bit
But if all there is
Is coming back to this
Then ‘they’
Can fucking stick it
Over And Over Again
It was always pretty reckless
And possibly quite mad
But I have fallen for you
Over and over again
In each lifetime I’ve had
Xxx
(Originally Posted 07.02.2022)
You’re hardly the life and soul
They said
Even with a drink you’re glum
You don’t know the half of it
She said
I didn’t even want to come
Sanctuary
Never more than when
I’m in a room full of people
Do I feel most the alone
All I want to do is beat
A slow and steady retreat
And find my sanctuary at home
(Originally Posted 10.12.2020)
Over one thousand lifetimes
My answer would always be no
For it doesn’t matter
How much you flatter
I’d never again stoop so low
The Hopeless Romantic
You’ll
never
be the
one for
me,
So why
can’t I
just
leave
it alone?
Why do
I keep
getting
my hopes
up,
When
you’ve
made your
feelings
known
(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)
Why don’t you just move on
They ask
And find another man
I’ve neither the inclination
I reply
Or the attention span
Stupid Questions
Do
you
still
think
of him
They
ask
Every
single
day
I
reply
Will
you
ever
stop
They
ask
Not
until
the
day
I die
(Originally Posted 08.10.2020)
I remember there was
A lot of this back then
People calling, fawning,
And trying to be my friend
Now I think about it, perhaps,
They just didn’t know what to say
But at the time I recall how much I wished
They’d just stayed the fuck away
Fake Flowers
Your fake
concern
disgusts me
Your false
condolences
knock me sick
If you
really want
to comfort me
Just piss off
and leave me
alone,
Prick
(Originally Posted 07.10.2019)
Next time
I’ll buy my own
Tarnished
That
ring you
gave me
yesterday
Has
turned
my finger
green
A more
appropriate
metaphor
for our
relationship
I have
never seen
(Originally Posted 13.08.2019)
Please don’t bother
Sending a card
I have no use
For your money
In fact anything you post in
Will be thrown in the bin
As I couldn’t care less, honey
Congratulations
Am I
supposed
to feel
something?
Because
I don’t
Am I
supposed
to thank
you?
Because
I won’t
(Originally Posted 05.08.2020)
There is a fine line
She said
Between charm and bullshit
Get me another beer
She said
And we’ll see if you can find it
The Mutual Appreciation Society
Pour
yourself
a drink
And come
sit with me
Let’s tell
each other
stories
Of how we’re
meant to be
(Originally Posted 28.04.2020)
“You’d have so much to offer
If you could just proffer
A kindly look their way”
—
“My mouth may be broken
But I do have a shot gun
So I’m sure I’ll be ok”
I didn’t think
There was anything else
You could do to anger me
But then you go
And confront me with
A fucking awful cup of tea
You
and
meSitting
in a
treeK-I-S-S-I-N-
No thanks