Finally

I wonder what you’ll all say,

When I finally go away.

I wonder what you’ll all think,

When off into the shadows I slink.

I wonder if you’ll all stop and stare,

When you finally realise I’m no longer there.

(Originally Posted 25.06.2019)

Who Am I?

I think that I forgot myself

Somewhere along the way

So not only have I lost you

I’ve got a whole life to replay

(Originally Posted 28.07. 2019)

Aftermath

Confusion reigns
As my head struggles to explain
What I feel inside my heart

Sadness remains
As with all encompassing pain
I hate that we have to part

(Originally Posted 06.07.2019)

Harbouring Secrets

You have no idea

As you sit here

With your good humour and wit.

Now let me be clear

Kindly fuck off my dear

‘Cause honestly, you don’t know shit.

(Originally Posted 18.06.2019)

Toy Soldiers

Did it ever occur to you

That I didn’t want you to know

What would you have done anyway

Other than used it as ammo

In this ridiculous war against me

That you felt the need to wage

Well I’m glad I never said a word

And from your battle disengaged

Sweet Nothings

Do
you
say
those
things

To
someone
else

Now
you
don’t
say
them
to me?

Does
it
make
me
pathetic

My
thoughts
so
frenetic

That
these
things
still
bother
me?

Ruminating

Will
there be
someone
else
for me

Or
will
I forever
remain
bereft?

For
all I’ve
felt is
numb
you see

Ever
since
the day
you
left

A Genuine Request

I post here twice a day

Not knowing who will read

Is anyone even interested?

Do my words fulfill a need?

Is there humour in my blog?

Or do you just find it sad?

Do I come across as normal?

Or do you think I’m mad?

I’m interested in what you think

I’d really love to know

So without fear of recrimination

Please comment your thoughts below

© Me

In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine

There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online

Catharsis

I
really
only
write

What
everyone
else is
thinking

I just
do what
comes
naturally

And
without
even
flinching

Futile

Sometimes
I depress
myself

As these
thoughts
fill the
page

Why
am I
here

Wasting
everyone’s
time

Hoping
someone
will
engage

You’re Too Kind

Thirty
six
thousand
words

And
each
one of
them
shite

But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers

I
must
be doing
something
right

Precision

Just be
careful
not to
slip

Not one
ounce of
blood to
drip

For you
don’t want
them to
see

Just how
messed
up you
can be

Slap And Tickle

I
have
tried to
move on

My
feelings
for you
to shelve

But
when
push
comes to
shove

I just
can’t
help
myself

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