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

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

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

Bored

You
have
got
that
look
again
in
your
eye

The
one
that
says
you
can’t
wait
to say
goodbye

The Reveal

You should
talk more,
he said,
open up
about
how you
feel

It’s not
possible,
she said,
for it’s
not my
secret to
reveal

Witchcraft

I thought
talking
would make
it easier

But if
anything
it’s made
it worse

It seems
there’s
nothing
I can do

To 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.