It’s nice to see
How you are with me
Is in no way chauvinistic
But as for your chance
When it comes to romance
I wouldn’t be too optimistic
Vultures
As life
Moves on
And time
Goes by
It gnaws
At my soul
Whilst bleeding
Me dry
Putting In The Hours
It really does
Beggar belief
How much
There is
To learn
About grief
Still Waiting
It is
As if
After all
This time
You have
Forgotten
What's
Rightfully
Mine
A Fair Fight
I’m glad
You’re feeling better
And that
You’re doing well
As maybe now
I’ll have the pleasure
Of meeting you
In hell
Wish Me Luck
My bags are packed
I’m ready to go
Now all I need
Is for you to show
Me where I can get
One for the road
Into The Night
Just kick back
And drink with me
There’s no need
To be so reserved
As for tying up loose ends
And toasting old friends
We’ve got all the time
In the world
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
Mother’s Day
As she sat down
She looked around
And each of their smiles
Was a winner
Yet she couldn’t help
But think to herself
They are only here
For the dinner
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
And All This Could Have Been Avoided
When I asked
If you still loved me
You should’ve just said
Absolutely not
Now all that’s stemmed
From your lying
Is a whole heap of crying
And both of us losing
The plot
Just One Of Those Things
I know we’re not together
He said
And we never will be again
But I still care for you
He said
And want us to be friends
I wish we could go back
She said
To before you went away
But I can’t just forgive or forget
She said
You hurt me too much that day
Meeting As Kids
So what is it
You’re saying?
He said
You want to pack up
And get rid?
It’s not that I don’t
Love you now
She said
It’s that I’m not sure
I ever did
Fuzzy With Time
Imprint those times
On your mind
As it won’t be long
Before you find
What you remember
When they’re dead
Is the all pointless
Shit instead
The Retort
Has it never occured to you
She said
Even after all this time
That maybe your mistrust
Fucked things up
And this is all your fault
Not mine?
The Brave Front
After all
Is said and done
I’m still devastated
That you’re gone
Xxx
Wounds Of A Different Kind
Time may heal
But it kills too
I know that now,
Without you
What Came Before
I really am so sorry
She said
I should have told you
From the start
But I’ve been remiss
I’m not fit for this
Because of my broken heart
You don’t need to apologise
He said
I always knew
To take things slow
Out of respect
For you and your ex
I’m happy to go with the flow
Like An Old Pair Of Slippers
It was back when we
Became best friends
That I knew we’d never
Have sex again
Number Six
And so it falls
Another New Year’s Day
Yet this feeling of loss
Never fades away
One Minute Past
With the cèilidh danced
And whisky swirled
Now we’ve got all
The time in the world
Enough Now
Anyone else
Sick of this shit
Just miserable and irked?
I don’t know about you
But feeling like I do
I’d rather be back at work
Our Spot
You took my hand
As we crossed the sand
And I knew then
What I still know now
That’s why I come back here
Every year
To talk to you again
Out loud
Getting On With The Job
Why should they rememeber
He said
Every year
When you never even talk
About him here
Well, it’s not like they cared
She said
In the first fucking place
Back when the pain was still written
All over my face
Gone
Love him while
You still can
As the hands of death
Wait for no man
Just Text Him
It’s not for you
To dwell on
To deliberate
Or discuss
As I’ll be the one
To decide
If I have actually
Got the guts
Sweet Dreams
I hope
You’re sleeping soundly
All tucked up
In your bed
I hope that guilt
Isn’t shouting too loudly
Inside your pretty
Little head
I hope
You’re remembering proudly
All those actions
That you took
And I hope
You’re realising quite roundly
How I no longer
Give a fuck
“You Can’t Stand Me Now”
Something of a hero
In your teens
The subject of many
Young girls dreams
Yet here you are now
Bloated and aging
With that yellowing skin
And cholesterol raging
So it’s hard to see you
As you once were
When that rakish charm
Caused quite the stir
Yet it’s not really you
That I feel sorry for
It’s all those young girls
Who don’t dream anymore
Like A Canary
With my head at rest
On the chopping block
I now think it best
That I start to talk
Interview With A (Grief) Vampire
I didn’t tell you
All back then
So don’t think
That I’ll talk now
Just because
You’ve changed your tune
Doesn’t mean
You’ve won me round
We’ll Never Know
If we could go back
What would you do
Stick around for another
Drink or two?
Or would you leave me
There alone
And find someone else
To walk you home
Onto Better Things
Back in the day
The words flowed freely
And I knew just what
To impart
But I’ve recently found
Since my new love’s in town
That for poems,
I’m no longer arsed
Eyes Off The Ball
There’s only so much you can take
He said
Before you’ll break down for good
If you don’t think I’m screwed already
She said
Then you’ve clearly misunderstood
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
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