I've tried to write
about happy things.
But the words
Perhaps I've forgotten
are the one
I will never
am the one
you have already
I still hear your key rattle in the door,
I still hear your footsteps across the floor.
I still hear your rubbish music playing,
I still hear your awesome temper fraying.
I still hear you impart your innate wisdom,
I still hear you berate with fierce criticism.
I still hear you sing your daft wee songs,
I still hear the bubble of your endless bongs.
I still hear you chew too loudly when you eat,
I still hear the thump of your heart beat.
I still hear your laugh and your wry chuckle,
I still hear your beloved belt unbuckle.
I still hear your enticing voice roar,
I still hear your thunderous snore.
I still hear your exasperated sigh,
I still hear your exhausted cry.
I Wish You Were,
I hope I find the answers I’m looking for at the bottom of this pint glass.
Otherwise putting make up on to leave the house tonight was a waste of time…
Paltry, trite sentiment
Faux hurt and pain
Superficial, artificial compassion
Feigned sadness and tears
You've got no fucking idea how this really feels
Just piss off back to your crypt
And leave me in peace