You let yourself in, To escape from all the corrupt things that where happening, And I took you in, I was listening, Without questioning the invitation I never sent. And I was careless because I was young and just wanted to be in love. That was my weakness. There was no confess no apology, And … Continue reading I never invited you. You let yourself in.
I grew up with dad, then with mum, then with dad, and now with mum, then back with dad, but at mums house she had an ashtray full of little bits of trash and cigarette ash, a hamster that bit through the metal parts of the cage and ran away, at mums house it was … Continue reading I lived with mum then dad.
hey, have you forgiven me yet? give me a chance to explain at the next event, its hard to go i still feel your ghost, so alone, I don't know whats close. I've spent so many nights alone, cant you just take me home? the winters made things difficult, and summer seems so far away. … Continue reading forgive me.
You said you wouldn't be like them, Come home from work , And ask why all the pots havent been done . Whilst I've been with the kids all day , You said you wouldnt expect that . You'd take the slack and be apart , Digging your nails and fingers into the sink , … Continue reading Becoming ghost.
Sleep has been on my mind lately. We take it for granted when we get the chance we dont take it then when we dont have the chance we are gasping for a break to sleep. Or at least that's how I've been. Especially with a one year old, university, one year old, university, one … Continue reading 8th jan what is sleep anyway?
I met you, Outside, of the church, Near the crossing . A path we crossed over 4 years later, as if in different bodies on the way to the fair. I met you, Outside the church, A stranger, I had no encounter. You make me a friend through Facebook. Now that place you've erased. You … Continue reading I met you
emergency surgery : ~ my hero.. is a man in blue uniform, a name I won't recall, what I have left from being under the knife, scars are a reminder of my hero's work, he gave me chance to live my life, for what he did im really glad, I wish I could thank him … Continue reading my hero is a man in blue uniform
I hold up this needle I push the thin thread through the thin thread does not go through I drop the needle I pick up the needle I push the thin thread towards the tiny sharp needle the thin thread refuses to go through the tiny hole it wont go in, it fights, it bends, … Continue reading Needle
It doesn’t matter now, In fact it doesn’t even hurt, Not one bit, It doesn’t affect my daily movements or thoughts, It doesn’t stop me eating, It doesn’t stop me being sociable, Or from showering, I mean, I’m not wearing the same clothes since I last saw you, And the smell of you isn’t still … Continue reading it matters…
Sunflower in a wine bottle There was a sunflower in the wine bottle, On top of the table my grandfather helped me get home Before my son was born. Left in the garden over night and in the day, Wilting by the second Like our love. Sunflower in the wine bottle Placed in the middle, … Continue reading Sunflower in the wine bottle
I heard you say you needed me and you'd buy your friend drinks for eternity and you called my name as if it where the perfect thing that you prayed for so what did i get so wrong? you destroyed me thank you.
You wanted me to be there for you. but you used me as a dump, to put your shit inside. and instead of asking why I cried, you played the 'what about me' card, what about me? when we drank litres of alcohol, destroyed our friendship because you wanted some, you went around using your … Continue reading your brain is programmed ‘what about me’