‘When the seagulls
Follow the trawler
It’s because
They think sardines
Will be thrown
Into the sea’
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
‘When the seagulls
Follow the trawler
It’s because
They think sardines
Will be thrown
Into the sea’
The words
I write
may well
be starkFor they
are made
to leave
their markUpon your
weak and
thready
heartForever
Your
melancholic
madness
dances
rings
around
my
heart
As
you
smudge
your
eyes
with
kohl
And
slash
your
lips
with
crimson
I
still think
about you
everyday
You
are the one
I will never
forget
I
am the one
you have already
forgotten
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,
Still Here.
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
Grief Vampire
Just piss off back to your crypt
And leave me in peace