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)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
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 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)
She awoke that morning to the sound of the bells. Those fucking incessant church bells that plagued her every Sunday morning. She opened one eye to the world and, as the daylight scorched her alcohol soaked retina, she quickly closed it again. Fucking tequila, she murmured. Never again. Yeah, right.
Then she remembered. Shit. She tentatively slid her hand across the mattress. She felt his presence before she heard his snore. Fucking tequila, she murmured again. Bollocks.
She took a deep breath and forced both of her eyes open to absorb the piercing light this time. The bells had stopped thank fuck. One less thing to deal with.
She sat up, carefully, and embraced the world. She wasn’t ready to wake the man whose name she had forgotten – or in truth had never known – just yet.
She crawled, with great difficulty, from the bed. Every bone feeling like a dead weight, she managed to pull last nights shirt over her head and stumble to the kitchen.
She took a glass from the draining board and filled it with ice cold water from the stainless steel tap. She revelled in the smooth taste cleansing her mouth, her throat and her head. She glugged down four paracetamol and proceeded to the bathroom to wash the lingering taste of the man from her mouth.
She looked at herself in the mirror. I look like I feel, she thought, and I feel like shit. Still, first things first. She needed to get this fucker out. Composing herself and her aching limbs she strode into the bedroom; clapping her hands loudly as she stepped.
‘Rise and shine sleeping beauty’ she croaked. ‘Time to go’. The mound of stale sweat, alcohol and drool lay motionless under the duvet. ‘I said come on motherfucker – move’. She shouted louder this time pairing her cry with a swift kick to what she hoped was his kidney area. The man whimpered as he rolled over on to his front.
‘Just come back to bed, babe’ he muttered sleepily.
‘Babe? Are you fucking shitting me mate? Just get the fuck out of my bed!’ She was shaking him now as he heaved himself upright. Dazed and confused he looked into her eyes, realisation slowly dawning that if he wanted to keep his testicles intact he’d better not argue. He hurriedly dressed as she shooed him out of the bedroom and pushed him out of the flat – the front door knocking him over as he pulled on his boots.
‘Well, thanks for that and everything. But I won’t be calling you again’ she snipped.
‘But, I..’ was all she heard before she slammed the door in his puzzled, but albeit pretty cute, face.
She stalked back to bed, vowing never to drink tequila again.
Yeah, right.
(Originally Posted 06.03.2019)
Do as I say
Not as I do
I wouldn't
want this pain
Inflicted
on you
(Originally Posted 10.03.2019)
‘You could have achieved so much more, if you weren’t so fucking insecure’
– Me
(Originally Posted 19.07.2019)
‘I was too busy serving
To listen to the speeches…’
Staying
up
late
againSitting
here
all
aloneUnable to
shake this
creeping
feelingThat
I really
should
have
known
Think
what
you
want
about
me
Speak
shit
to
those
who’ll
listen
But
please
believe
me
when
I say
It
won’t
be me
who
rues
the
day
That
you
created
this
division
When
I picture
my
youth
I see
you
and
me
Sitting
beneath
that old
oak tree
You
reading
a book
My
head
on your
shoulder
Both
of us
hoping
The
other
is
bolder
It
was
clear
to meThe
moment
we metThat
you’d
be the
oneI’d
least
regretXxx
Can we go back
To a simpler time
When I was yours
And you were mine?
We
really
shouldn’t
do thisShe
saidIf it’s
something
you’ll
regretI won’t
know
until
we’re
doneHe
saidAnd I
haven’t
started
yet
I read,
read
and
read it
again
But it
doesnt
change
a thing
I can’t
take
back
what
I wrote
Or
remove
it’s
sting
One down,
A thousand to go.
This shit is harder
Than it looks,
You know.
You’ve only
been given
what you
deservePunishment
for keeping
so much
in reserve
Perhaps
this is
all I
deserve
And I
should
expect
more
For
penance
has to
be paid
To
those
my love
I swore
I wish
I could
have made
you better
I wish
I could
have made
it go away
I wish
I could
have taken
the pressure
I wish
I could
have made
you stay
Just stop
Please rewind
I want to go back
I’ve changed my mind
I wish
we
could
have
spokenRight
at
the
very
endI’ll
miss
your
voice
foreverThe
sound
of my
best
friend
It’s a
shame
you’ve
used him
as a
weapon
As a way
for your
feelings
of guilt
to lessen
But
it’s me,
you’ll
find,
that
he will
seek
When
he finally
understands
your
cruel
streak
Bloody hell
My head is sore
I shouldn’t have stayed
For ‘just one more’