If only you
Could feel my pain
You’d never speak
To him again
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If only you
Could feel my pain
You’d never speak
To him again
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
You really have to stop hoping
She said
That all of this will end
To think you’ll ever be free
She said
Really is madness my friend
Sunrise
I woke
up crying
again today
So much so
I struggled
to breathe
How much
longer must
I endure this?
When is
there an end
to this grief
(Originally Posted 18.09.2019)
She never did see it
And now you’re apart
You have been left
With wounds that smart
If only you’d listened
To my remark
You could’ve saved yourself
The broken heart
You Deserve More
I wish you
could see
yourself with a
different view
And know
there are so
many things to
love about you
My only hope
is that she
will see it
again soon too
Then perhaps
you could both
just stop
making do
(Originally Posted 17.09.2019)
This one was a warning
To a guy who should’ve known better
He’d hurt my friend
So this rhyme I penned
To let him know how much he’d upset her
Trip Wires
If
love is
not what
you say
But
what
you do
instead
Then
you’ve
fucked
up
On
both
counts
mate
So I’d
be careful
where you
tread
(Originally Posted 12.09.2019)
This isn’t love
It’s just a habit
No more
And no less
Remember that
What
is so
hard to
understand
When
preserving
life is
the goal?
Just shut
the fuck up
and stay
at home
You
complete
and utter
asshole!
I’m
too
scared
to go
out
today
For
the
dark
thoughts
haven’t
gone away
I’m
worried
I’m so
far into
this
slump
That I’ll
be left
with no
choice
but to
jump
There’s no reprieve
For those who venture outside
As on All Hallows’ Eve
There’s nowhere to hide
I loved you,
When no one else did.
Remember that.
There
is so
much
we are
never
told
It’s when it comes from nowhere,
that’s the worst.
The hysterical sobs that hit without warning.
When I’m driving and our song comes on the radio.
When a letter arrives and it’s addressed to you.
When I find a pair of your socks in my drawer.
My throat constricts,
as my lungs compress.
My stomach lurches,
as my heart laments.
And my eyes burn as I drown, slowly, in my own tears.