And I’d Know

You think yourself

Some fucking big shot

But really,

Is that all you’ve got?

‘Cause if what you’re giving

Is truly your best

Then you’re no bigger

Than all the rest

Sleight Of Hand

What do we have here?

He said 

Hand snaking

Towards his crotch 

I really can’t be arsed 

She said 

So I’ll just sit here

And watch

The Scapegoat

It’s ok

If you want

To stay

I will be

The one

To leave

But just

Remember

When they find out

It’s my loss

They will grieve

Without A Fuss

Don’t you want to get better?

No, she politely replied

I think folks would be happier

If I just quietly died

Succinct

What is life
He said
Without a little risk?

There’s testing the limit
She said
And then taking the piss

Still Bitter

I hope that you

Are happy now

And you go to sleep

With a smile

But for me to hope

That she doesn’t choke

Is going to take

A while

Clear From The Off

Love’s young dream 

This is not 

Nor is it

A fairy tale

It’s a bunk up,

Of sorts,

Fuelled by lust,

Of course,

Along with a few yards of ale

Shadows

They say

You are

No longer here

But I see you

Clear as day

I hear you

Talking

In your sleep

As I while

The hours away

They want me

To think

It can’t be true

That I’m mad

And must take

A pill

But I know you

Will never leave

And I am not

Mentally ill

The Unknowable

Sometimes I wonder

If you were asked

What it is

You’d say

About me

Would you describe

All that time

We spent

Together

As happy?

Mutual Culpability

It doesn’t matter

Who was right

Or who

Was fucking wrong

We both did

The worst

And equally

Got hurt

By stringing

Each other along

Hoodwinked

Never again

Will I give you

The benefit

Of the doubt

Not now your lies

Have been uncovered

And the truth

Is finally out

Lucid Drinking

As I sit here

Nursing a beer

Facing up

To the cold light of day

It is crystal clear

To me now, dear

You never loved me

Anyway

Fuck You Very Much

There’s plenty that

I could have said

Even more

I could have done

But you don’t deserve

The satisfaction

Of thinking

That you’ve won

Used To It

It’s not me you want

It’s her, over there

With the sparkly eyes

And the perfect hair

But I’ll play along

And my feelings, ignore

After all I’ve done it

Plenty times before

Take Note

If what you say

Proves to be true 

Then I will give 

Myself to you 

But if what you say 

Proves to be false 

Then I’ll rip you apart

Without remorse

Food For Thought

To be honest

Most folks

Are doing

What you do

Just trying

Their best

To make

It through

So please

Don’t believe

All that

Bullshit’s true

Because, trust me,

It’s not all

About you

That Wins Me Over

There’s no need

For anything fancy

Or to reinvent

The wheel

Because it won’t be

What you say to me

But how

You make me feel

For Clarity

I know

That we

Have

Hardly

Spoken

But my

Insides

Are now

Broken

And what

Is left

Merely

A token

Of the

Woman

I used to be

Brooding

From the rankest bottom

Of my deepest recess

I hope and I pray

For your utter distress

As there is no way

You could ever contest

Your actions don’t lie

At the heart of this mess

Just My Lot In Life

I suppose

I’ve never

Really cared

For people,

Places,

Or things

But just dealt

With the

Endless

Melancholy

That abject

Depression

Brings

The Race Against Time

We should plan a trip

He said

Pick a place

Somewhere unique

Perhaps in different

Surroundings

We’d get a better

Chance to speak

I’m not really sure

She said

With my future

Looking so bleak

That I will even make

Tomorrow

Let alone

Next week

Bait And Switch

I didn’t believe in love

She said

Until my head

Was turned

Then I realised

How right I was

When I got

My fingers burned

“I Was Sorry To Hear About Your Dad…”

I remembered what

It was like today

Back when that pain

Gnawed away

When his death broke me

To the sum of my parts

And my mental health

Was off the charts

And although with her

I did empathise

I couldn’t be false

Or tell her lies

So I whispered the truth

As I’ve come to accept it

Although time does heal

It can never correct it

That Evil Within

I’ve seen what lurks

Inside you

Despite what you’re trying

To show

And it’s clear, in fact

Your crawling back

Just confirms what

I already know

Gordonstoun

I felt sorry for him

The boy on the train

Said he’d ran away

From school again

Told me his parents

Just didn’t care

There was nothing,

But misery,

For him there

A Coping Mechanism

If I tell you 

That I’m through

Then you don’t need to protect me 

But if I say

That I’m ok

Then you really do need to worry

Merciless

In amongst

All the bullshit

There’s one thing

That’s still true

I might scream and curse

And make matters worse

But I’ll never be a cunt

Like you

‘4 Real’

My poems are not

Very nice

Particularly warm,

Or fuzzy

But they do resonate

With those desolate

And who prefer their words

Bloody

Top Of The List

What would you like

For Christmas he asked

His smile

A million miles wide

I just need the strength

To carry on

She wholeheartedly replied

As The Night Wears On

Turning up here

An armful of beer

The epitome of niceness

But the look on your face

As I call you a disgrace

Is absolutely fucking priceless

It Never Lasts

Things can only get better

He said

If you keep up this attitude

It’ll be gone within the day

She said

Along with my good mood

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