Wreckage

As the thunder claps

And the heavens open

I search through the scraps

Of what you have broken

It Still Hurts

I know

That you’re

In love

With her

But please spare

A thought

For me

I know we

Were bereft

And that’s why

You left

But you were once

Everything

To me

The Thief Of Joy

I wonder

Where

You are

Tonight

And if

You ever

Think of me

Or do you

Just

Lay there

Her hands in

Your hair

As you sigh

Contentedly

A Shot In The Dark

Do you think

We connected

Because we’re

Both damaged

Inside

That,

Perhaps,

We only found

Each other

As we had

Nowhere left

To hide

Magic

How we were

Tonight

Wasn’t

Quite right

In fact,

We were downright

Laughable

But when

A love affair

Is in the air

Nobody is

Entirely rational

Truth Hurts

Please

Don’t look

At me

That way

I know

What you

Are going

To say

And when

You do

I’ll know

For sure

That what

We had

Can be

No more

Besotted

For getting me

To agree

You always seemed

To have the knack

But I’ve been moving on

All summer long

And now I know

I’ll never look back

Sweet Revenge

Do you ever

Think of me

When you’re lying

In her bed?

Because I don’t ever

Think of you

Happy she’s stuck with you

Instead

Sleight Of Hand

What do we have here?

He said 

Hand snaking

Towards his crotch 

I really can’t be arsed 

She said 

So I’ll just sit here

And watch

Ideals

Heavy is

The head

That wears

The crown

Heavy is

The heart

That’s been

Let down

All Talked Out

Is it really

Any wonder

Why I no longer

Sleep with men

When all they’ve done

Is let me down

Time

And time again

Affection

It matters not

In the end

If from a woman

Or a man

Sometimes

All you can do

Is to take

Whatever you can

“How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?”

I just thought

I’d call

He said

To check

That you’re ok

You are

So very kind

She said

To care for me

That way 

I’ll also ask

While I’m on

He said

If there’s anything

I can do?

I’m sure

I’ll be fine

She said

To me this

Is nothing new

Proof

These scars

Are the

Remainder

Of everything

You killed

So now

They’re my

Reminder

That I know

How to rebuild

Staying Power

I understand

It takes time

For wounds

Like these

To heal

But I got bored

Of myself

Years ago

So fuck knows

How you feel

Incompatible

I love to spend

Time with you

Just chatting

Is so much fun

But if I think

Of us both in bed

All I can see

Inside my head

Is how quickly

That spark

Would be gone

Punching Bags

If we take away

The anger

The frustration

And the pain

It’s pretty clear

Neither one of us

Has anything

To gain

Back Tracking

I remember

When you asked

And all too quckly

I said no

Now I wonder

Having made that blunder

Just how far

I would go

At The Widows Support Group

Do you ever miss him?

All the time, she said

Each night I cry

Screaming “why?”

As I lay down

In our bed

Do you ever miss him?

Never once, she said

The second he’d gone

I just moved on

To someone else

Instead 

Fuck Off Romeo

If it had

To be anyone

Then it definitely

Wouldn’t be you

I’ve got enough left

Of my self respect

To avoid the crap

Men like you spew

Still Bitter

I hope that you

Are happy now

And you go to sleep

With a smile

But for me to hope

That she doesn’t choke

Is going to take

A while

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