Wouldn’t
it save
all
this
fuss
and
botherIf we
were
just
honest
with
each
other?
Let Me Go
Please
just
walk
away
And
take
yourself
off home
I
don’t
want to
talk
I
want
to be
alone
So Help Me…
Just
keep
pushing
meTo see
what
it’s
aboutJust
don’t
blame
meWhen I
finally
lash
out
Nonsense
When
the
wine
is in
The
wit
is
out
And
it’s a
good
job
To
be
honest
As
what
else
Would
we talk
about?
Pillow Talk
I’ll
never
be able
to give
you
Exactly
what
you
want
I can
be
your
standby
fuck
buddy
But
never
your
confidant
Jailbirds
Can
we go
for a
walk?
No
pressure
or
anything
But I
just
want
to
talk
About
you
About
me
And
about
what
we’ll
do
Once
we
are
free
Post Coital (3)
Evening:
You
really
are
amazing
He
said
That
was
the
best
yet
You
don’t
need
to tell
me
She
said
Now
pass
me a
cigarette
Twist My Arm (2)
Afternoon:
Drink
your
tea
Eat
your
food
Leave
behind
your
mournful
mood
Come
out
tonight
Have
some
fun
For
our
time
has
only
just
begun
The Messenger (1)
Morning:
I
enjoyed
chatting
with
you
Even
though
it was
through
a screen
Like an
impenetrable
wall of
concrete
With a
little
crack
inbetween
You Should’ve Said
You’ve only
been given
what you
deservePunishment
for keeping
so much
in reserve
The Shrink
The
pain
is
buried
so
deep
She
said
I
don’t
think
it’ll
ever
surface
Then
let’s
just
leave
it
there
He
said
Breaking
your
heart
again
isn’t
worth
it
Another Beer?
We sit
here
togetherYet we
are both
aloneNeither
of us
wantingTo get
up and
go home
Newly Qualified
Can we
leave it
there?
She
asks
As I
cannot
take
much
more
You’re
damn
right
He
replies
As he
edges
towards
the door
Banter
It’s
not
that
you’re
wrong
It’s
just
that
I’m
right
Tittle Tattle
It’s
not
that
I’ve
started
to talkIt’s
more
that
you’ve
never
listened
Bored
You
have
got
that
look
again
in
your
eyeThe
one
that
says
you
can’t
wait
to say
goodbye
The Reveal
You should
talk more,
he said,
open up
about
how you
feelIt’s not
possible,
she said,
for it’s
not my
secret to
reveal
Presumption
Do you want to hear the truth?
Good.
Because I don’t want to tell it.
The Pub Quiz
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
Witchcraft
I thought
talking
would make
it easierBut if
anything
it’s made
it worseIt seems
there’s
nothing
I can doTo rid
myself
of this
curse
Telling Tales
Why don’t you
stay here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea
But I don’t
understand,
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?
You’ve got
a tale to
tell, he said,
and I’d
like to
find out
more
Well you’ll
be sad
to realise,
she said,
that I’m
just a
crashing bore
Crutches
I fear
I have
lent on
you once
too often,
and now
you are
as broken
as me.I should
never have
asked for
your help,
to be
honest,
as now
you’ll never
be free.
Mine
I don’t want to ‘talk’ about it.
I don’t want to ‘express’ it.
I don’t want to ‘let it out’.
I want to keep this part for me.
A part that’s private.
A part that’s mine and mine alone.
As it should be.
I didn’t share my love and I refuse to share my grief.
So just piss off, the lot of you.
