Clear From The Off

Love’s young dream 

This is not 

Nor is it

A fairy tale

It’s a bunk up,

Of sorts,

Fuelled by lust,

Of course,

Along with a few yards of ale

In Ruins

I gave you every

Piece of me

Acted like

A woman posessed

And yet

You squandered

Everything

Until there

Was nothing left

Mutual Culpability

It doesn’t matter

Who was right

Or who

Was fucking wrong

We both did

The worst

And equally

Got hurt

By stringing

Each other along

Half-hearted

You could try

A little harder

He said

And not be afraid

To commit

Why would I

Even bother

She said

When your heart’s

Not even in it

I Think I Love You

This should’ve been

About convenience

And not a true

Affair of the heart

But when you tell me lies

To my total surprise

It completely

Tears me apart 

Fickle

You can pull
Out all the stops
Call on every ploy
And device
But whatever the spiel
They will never feel
Exactly the same way,
Twice

Tapping Out

That’s it

I’m done

I have had

Enough

There is no

More smooth

To soften

The rough

And I know

That I seem

Pretty hardy

And tough

But trust me

I’m made

Of nothing like

The stuff

Poking The Bear

Now you’ve upped

And left me

Breaking my heart

Again

I wish you nothing

But cruelty,

Emotional torture

And pain

The Endless Search

If I could turn

Back the clock

I’d say yes

To that walk

If only the sands

Of time would stop

I’d stay awhile

And talk

But for a return

Through time and space

There is no point

In wishing

If wherever I’d go

Whatever the place

You will still

Be missing

Xxx

Taking A Number

I actually believed it

When you said

“I love you”

But little

Did I realise

I was at the back

Of the queue

The Wrong Tree

It’s nice to see

How you are with me

Is in no way chauvinistic

But as for your chance

When it comes to romance

I wouldn’t be too optimistic

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

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