As for your bid
To outdo me
I could not care
One jot
And if you think
I’m green with envy
I can assure you
I am not
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As for your bid
To outdo me
I could not care
One jot
And if you think
I’m green with envy
I can assure you
I am not
I saw it first
On TV
In a film made long ago
(If you can forgive
Their dodgy accents
It’s not that bad, you know)
There it stood
Pride of place
As part of that iconic scene
A symbol of majesty
And resilience
In a landscape stoically serene
Who knew
That its destruction
Would be so upsetting to me
It’s not like it was
A person
But a 300 year old tree
I used to care
What he thought of me
That I did a good job
So my skills he’d see
But now he’s changed
And lost my respect
So I just take the wage
And disconnect
Diss Regard
What’s
the
point
In all
this
chatter
Now
I’ve
realised
You
don’t
matter
Anymore
(Originally Posted 20.06.2020)
You’ll
never
copeShe
saidWhen
this
happens
to youI
knowHe
saidI’m
dreading
it too
It
hurts
my
heart
To
hear
you
cry
And
watch
you
break
Like
this
As
your
life
Falls
apart
And
you
stare
Into
the
abyss
Time has dragged on today
Even more than most
It started off quite well too
Sitting down with tea and toast
But then the clock seemed to stop
At some point this afternoon
When opening up my laptop
Did nothing to lift the gloom
And as the evening drew itself in
I’ve sat here all alone
Thouroughly bored in my own skin
Barely stifling a groan
So now I guess I’ll go to bed
And lie there on my own
Until the clock stops in my head
And I dream in monochrome
‘What kind of fuckery is this..?’
I can walk along
Feeling fine
Then without warning
You’re on my mind
I break for home
Each step quicker
Heart in my mouth
Stomach ever sicker
As I remember
With a groan
The reason why
I’m all alone
Xxx
I’ll
never
leave
the
house
again
If
that
is
what
you
want
There’s
nothing
out
there
for
me
anyway
Of
that
I’m
confident
I’m
glad
you’ve
got the
all clear
I
really
am
happy
for you
I just
wish
with
all my
heart
That
he’d got
good
news
too
How
can
you
be so
funny
He
said
And
at the
same
time be
so sad?
Well
you
would
be
too
She
said
If you
had
the
childhood
I had
Am I over
tired
Or am I just
plain sad
Am I far
too wired
Or simply
going mad
Does it
really matter
For I think
we can deduct
That as I can’t
stop this chatter
Either way
I’m fucked
As the
silence
growsEver
louderI sit
and
wonderIs this
it now?
I can’t
wait for
the day
When I
no longer
wince
At
every
glimpse
Of
your
photo
If I
had
any
more
I’d
give
some
to you
But I
only
have
enough
To
get
myself
through
This
bullshit
they call
life
I look in
the mirror
And what
do I see?
A paragon
of virtue
In a sea of
debauchery
Only ever
Fleetingly happy
But always
Desperately sad
Forever trying
To be good
Whilst contemplating
Being bad
All
that
I am
Is all
that I
feel
And
I feel
nothing
Counting the days
Counting the hoursYou bring the wine
I’ll bring the flowersCounting the minutes
Counting the secondsWe’ll both take a pill
As eternity beckons
The kindness of others never ceases to amaze me…
…But my inability to replicate it does.
Resisting
the urge
to cry
today
is futile.
It pains me to think
of the amount of times
I wished I'd come home
to find the house exactly
as I'd left it
How ironic that now
that's what happens,
what I want more than anything
is to come home and find you
just as I'd left you
It’s killing me. This guilt. Every time I go out. I speak to someone and I feel guilty for laughing. I talk about you and I feel guilty for crying. I feel like every one is watching me, secretly whispering, and I feel guilty for being such an arrogant prick. I think everyone is judging me, pitying me and I feel guilty for not having more faith in people.
So I’m just going to stop going out. As it will finish me off eventually. This guilt.
You said I was the only one who made you laugh.
You said I was the only one who made you cry.
You said I was the only one that made you feel safe.
You said I was the only one you could trust.
You said I was the only one who made you feel special.
You said I was the only one that mattered.
You said I was the only one who taught you patience.
You said I was the only one who taught you to be happy.
You said I was the only one who taught you to love.
Then you left.
And I was the only one who cried.
What I wouldn’t give to be creative
and be able to express it.
What I wouldn’t give
isn’t worth knowing about.
Sometimes
I just have nothing left
To give