Riposte

And when you’ve had

Your own itch scratched

I’ll be left there alone

Lying in the wet patch


Lies Men Tell

Just
close
your
eyes
and
count
to ten

I’ll
take
you to
heaven
and
back
again

(Originally Posted 25.01.2020)

Of Biblical Proportions

You will reap

What you sow

Isn’t that what they say?

Well if that’s true

Then I promise you

There’s a fucking whirlwind

On the way


Penance

You’ll probably never see me again

And I’m quite happy with that

As it’s the very least you deserve

For being such an obnoxious twat

(Originally Posted 10.11.2019)

‘Til Death Us Do Part

Nineteen years of ups and downs

Of keeping the wolves at bay

But looking back now

We always got through, somehow

Doing things our own way


A Living Hell

Damned am I
who has been
torn in two

Damned am I
who fell in
love with you

(Originally Posted 06.09.2019)

Yet Another Let Down

He wasn’t.

In fact, they never are.


Forever

My happiness
is fleeting,
she said,
but my pain
is forever

I cannot help
repeating,
he said,
that I’m here
for you whatever

(Originally Posted 02.09.2019)

Glutton For Punishment

I tried to forgive you

Once

But I didn’t quite succeed

So I tried to forget you

Twice

But I would never be freed


Promises

I promise myself
never again
every time
and every time
I believe it.

But the truth is
forgetting you is
a promise
I am powerless
to keep.

(Originally Posted 27.04.2019)

The End Of The Line

It’s not that I’m leaving forever

I promise I’ll still be around

But the desire to fight

Let alone to write

Is proving too thin on the ground

Torn Asunder

We always knew

This would end one day

That all our feelings

Would fade away

But we didn’t know

How much it would hurt

That we couldn’t see it through

For better or worse

One Of Many

I may have said

You were exceptional

But I’m afraid, my dear,

You were never quite

The exception

Unkept

You said

To me

You’d always

Be true

Yet it’s clear

That forever

Meant fuck all

To you

No Matter What?

How
long
will
you

Be
here
for
me

When
your
own
tradegy
strikes

What
will
happen

To
our
love

When
your
reality
bites?

High School Reunions

I
wonder
what

You’d
think
of me
now

Fat,
forty
and
fucked

Would
you
still
love me
forever

Want
to be
together
whatever

Or be
thankful
for the
bullet
you
ducked

Promises

I promise myself
never again
every time
and every time
I believe it.

But the truth is
forgetting you is
a promise
I am powerless
to keep.

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