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.