Spoons

It’s only now 

On this 

Winters night 

That I wish

You were here 

By my side

Take Note

If what you say

Proves to be true 

Then I will give 

Myself to you 

But if what you say 

Proves to be false 

Then I’ll rip you apart

Without remorse

Digging My Own Hole

After all

The effort

I put in

You’d think

I’d learn

To enjoy it

But I know

Before long

I’ll start

To feel wronged

And then

I’ll just fucking

Destroy it

The Breakthrough

Reflecting on

Our last

Little

Tête-à-tête

I feel like

I’ve won,

Finally

As this time 

I cared

Far less

About you

Than you

Have ever

Cared about me

Bait And Switch

I didn’t believe in love

She said

Until my head

Was turned

Then I realised

How right I was

When I got

My fingers burned

Ghosted

Knowing

We’ll never

Meet again

Isn’t even

The worst

It’s more the fact

You never called back

That really

Fucking hurts

The Rough Vs The Smooth

I’ve often wondered

Over the years

If I had never met

The barbarian

What my life

Would have been like

Had I slept

With the librarian

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)


High School English Teachers 

I remember everything about you

Your cardigan, glasses and quiff

If you weren’t so much older

Maybe I’d have been bolder

And asked you out forthwith

(Originally Posted 19.08.2022)


Last Chance 

Despite my protests

to the contrary,

it has always

been you.

Why not 

meet me

at the library,

and I’ll make

your dreams

come true.

(Originally Posted 19.08.2019)

Under Pressure

I need time

To think it through

She said

It’s not that cut

And dried

Well you need

To hurry up

He said

As time’s not on

Our side

At Daggers Drawn

As another sun sets

On our argument

My stomach

Is still in bits 

Because of all the things

We could’ve been 

I never thought

That we’d be this

The Heat Of The Moment

I never said 

You weren’t thoughtful

Not conscientious or kind 

It’s just that when I said 

I wish you were dead 

I had other things

On my mind 

Pretty Please

How many times more likely

Would it be if you asked politely

I mean I’d let you do

Whatever you wanted to

If you just spoke to me nicely

The Sins Of Fathers

If I was to meet my father

When he was a younger man

I would ask him some questions

To help me to understand

Like did he ever really love her

That’s what I’d like to know

Why did he defy his parents

If it was all just for show?

Why when he had his own kids

Did he revert back to what he knew

Why treat us the way he had been

What was he trying to do?

But most of all I’d tell him

Of the mistakes he was going to make

And convince him to do things differently

For our relationships sake

On A Loop

It doesn’t matter

What you do

Or how many fantasies

You suggest

As nothing can beat

The reality

That plays

Inside my head

The Leap Year Dinner

I’m really looking forward to it

She said

I think we’ll have a good night

I think it’ll all depend

He said

On any home truths coming to light

Fucking Things Up

I didn’t mean

For you to leave

All I needed

Was a break

And now you’ve gone

All I do is dwell on

My unintentional

Mistake

Ruing The Day

When you asked me

If I loved you

How I wish

That I’d said no

Then my being exploited

Could’ve been avoided

And this pain

I’d never have known

Freshers Week

As she wound her way

To the dancefloor

With a drink held tight

In each hand

I knew there and then

That we’d be friends

In ways no-one else

Would understand

Lifeless

Where is your commitment

He said

Your passion and desire?

It all left when he did

She said

Now there’s nothing

That stokes the fire

Just One Of Those Things

I know we’re not together

He said

And we never will be again

But I still care for you

He said

And want us to be friends

I wish we could go back

She said

To before you went away

But I can’t just forgive or forget

She said

You hurt me too much that day

Meeting As Kids

So what is it

You’re saying?

He said

You want to pack up

And get rid?

It’s not that I don’t

Love you now

She said

It’s that I’m not sure

I ever did

The Game

With his winning charm

And heart of valour

He led her home

Where he knew he’d have her

With her flowing hair

And knowing grin

She followed him home

Where she knew she’d win

Fancy A Drink Sometime?

I asked him once

Why he’d tried

Because you looked nice

He replied

To which I said

Well, I’m glad you did

As left to me

I’d’ve ran and hid

What Came Before

I really am so sorry

She said

I should have told you

From the start

But I’ve been remiss

I’m not fit for this

Because of my broken heart

You don’t need to apologise

He said

I always knew

To take things slow

Out of respect

For you and your ex

I’m happy to go with the flow

2.4 Children

We must catch up sometime

She said

I miss spending time with you

If that was all I had at home

She said

Then I would miss me too

Craving

I held you once

In my arms

Yet you slipped

Right through

My fingers

Now my heart burns

For your return

As the touch

Of your hand

Lingers

You Just

You just haven’t met the one

They said 

You just need to give it time

You just need to fuck off

She said 

You just don’t get to decide 

We’ll Never Know

If we could go back

What would you do

Stick around for another

Drink or two?

Or would you leave me

There alone

And find someone else

To walk you home

Spineless

Please don’t say it’s over

He said

I won’t believe it

If you do

It’s exactly that lack of backbone

She said

That I hate most

About you

Punching Low

Why the fuck

Would you stay

When you know

That shit

Is not okay

There has to be

Some other way

For you

To leave

Without delay

Charming Collaborations #7

Stranger Danger 

The night our worlds collided 
So different and yet the same 
I lost myself in your eyes 
Without even knowing your name

You were merely a stranger 
Who stole my heart
In the most dangerous way
Now I am searching 
For a glimpse of you
And the space we once shared
In a crowded square

Written in collaboration with Cassa Bassa at http://www.flickerofthoughts.com ©2023

Charming Collaborations #6

It Is What It Is 

From what happened 
Between us last night
I have a feeling 
This has potential

I even contemplate
to stay for breakfast
skip work
and love on you more
But after my first cigarette
I realised 
for our art to be perfect
I must play the escape artist
once more

You see I cannot give you
What you want 
Unless we can agree 
To take it slow 
I may not be sure 
Of many things
But my fear of love
I know 

If that's not enough for you
We'd better call it quits 
Not everything has a happy ending
Life can be a hit and miss

Written in collaboration with Cassa Bassa at http://www.flickerofthoughts.com ©2023

Foretold

You say that I am crazy 

And always take things

To extremes 

But I know full well

That you lie to me

Even in my dreams

Wronged Parties

I just don’t understand

He said 

Why she would try to tear us apart 

Because the cost of true love

She said 

Is always someone else’s heart

A Bridge Too Far

I’m sorry

For all

The pain

I caused

For those

Emotions

That I

Withheld

You see

I did

Love you

Very much

I just didn’t

Love myself

Needs

We may never be

The perfect match

Yet you are an itch

I just love to scratch

Miscommunication

When I whispered

In your ear

Perhaps it wasn’t

Very clear

I never said

Let’s meet again

In fact I said

Let’s just be friends

Pushover

Sometimes

I regret

What I said

And how often

I showed you

The door

As it never seemed

To matter

How your heart

Was shattered

You’d always

Come back

For more

The Thick End Of The Wedge

What do you do

When times get tough

And the love you have

Just isn’t enough

When you can’t see a way

Through all this stuff

And you’re both now stranded

In the rough

Having realised that

When all’s said and done

There is no such thing

As a hole in one

Ultimatums

We don’t have

To decide tonight

We can talk

Again tomorrow

Let’s not allow

The dying light

To lead us both

Back into sorrow

Not All Bad

I do have something

To offer you know

As I’m actually

Quite the catch

If you took my hand

You would understand

And there’s no way

You’d ever go back

What It Is

So tell me exactly
What it is
That she doesn’t understand
How you justify
Your roving eye
And your wandering hand

And I’ll tell you exactly
What it is
That really grinds my gears
How you can sit there
Without a care
Whilst she’s at home in tears

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