The End of Your World

You will rue this day
Your time has been called
She’s started a fight
The end of your world
She’s said things in anger
That cannot be unsaid
Words like “we’re done
Now reside in your head
She’s questioned your love
Labelled you liar and worse
So now regardless of a make up
Your bond now holds the curse
Of questionable foundation
Twists in the honest base
That will sap all efforts to build
An insipid disease laying waste
To the pillars of beauty
The care you’d overseen
The warmth in your coupling
How together you’d been
Your hurt and your anguish
Corrode the heart at your core
She’s called time on your hope
All promise is lost, “us” is no more

Feeling Christmassy

Are you hanging up your stockings
Are you decorating your tree
Are you worried about presents
Then you’ll be feeling Christmassy

Have you sent a million letters
Have you ordered a mega turkey
Have you plans to see your parents
Then you’ll be feeling Christmassy

When you gather around your parcels
Kids and adults, will all agree
After a night when Santa visits
You can’t help but feel Christmassy

When the dramas all unfolded
Gifts and tales exchanged lovingly
Look at the memories you’ve created
The warm glow of being Christmassy

Falling

The crash
Falling
Knocked off balance
Unforeseen

From hidden spot
Corner concealed
Has come a hammer blow
And I’m forced to yield

She’s said we are done
She says “you don’t have time”
To have her in my life
Time enough to make her mine

Hours of texting
Round and round
Now she’s said fuck off
And gone to ground

Heart ripped
Mind a mess
Cannot think
Can’t see what’s best

Don’t want to give up
Do feel what I’ve felt
But should I wait
For this ice age to melt?

There’s rage and fire
Hate and upset
She’s hurting like me
This cannot end, not yet

Falling end over end
Out of control
Don’t know what to do
To make her feel whole

Red Mist

When you’re raw, it’s hard
Hard to keep the tears in and the fears out
Days of happiness turned
On a few words.
The bright day falls to dark night
Emotions, heartache, take flight
Nothing you can do to make it right
Best to let it be.
Emerge from mist red
See what you could have done instead
Learn that what was said
Was born of love

A Time From Before

Slipping back, slipping back
A time from before
Regressing, returning
To a space that’s no more
Investigating, testing
Thinking through again
Draining the reasons
The meaning of back then
Would you now do similar?
Would the end be the same?
Would you want to be different?
Would you give in to his game?
Could you manage the person
Navigate troubles past
Are you more than you were
Rethought, was the old set to last?
Coming back to the present
Should you rekindle that flame?
Or go on with learned lessons
Having found what’s to blame

No Longer Apart

For the briefest moment
The beat of a heart
You were present
Here, no longer apart
I went to call you
Your scent in the air
Could see you at home
Your eyes and your hair
Your warmth, your love
The feel of your touch
A full sense of you
I miss you so much

Don’t Extrapolate

It’s just me
Trying my best
Most of the time
Except when I stumble
Don’t see demons
There’s no malice
No attempt to leave
All I feel for you is love
Sometimes I forget
Don’t call in and check
But this behaviour
Is just that
Don’t extrapolate
It doesn’t mean
The rest is flawed
Use our definition
Use our version of love
The one where together
We have created a peace
A place of positive calm
Don’t pick at a crack that
Isn’t there before the picking
I love you my love
Trust.

Her Touch

Imperfect day, imperfect night
Images of her confound my sight
Her scent, her voice, evoke so much
Above all else, I miss her touch
Skin to skin, cheek to cheek
Hand in hand, her touch I seek
A long embrace, a fleeting kiss
Side by side in bed, it’s this I miss
We got so close, we meant so much
A perfect love, a perfect touch

Made Of The Same Cloth

Slow and gentle tear in our fabric
Runs from edge to core
Torn from side to side
One made two, together no more
In the moments after parting
Frayed seams reaching out
The two still fit perfectly
A match, a marriage, doubt
We are made of the same cloth
Should two halves not make a whole?
Why separate? Why not mend?
In tearing what was the goal?

Lonely Empty Hurt

Walking surrounded by strangers
Sat at home with the kids watching tv
Working at the office in teams of colleagues
But not one of them ever sees me
I could change my face they wouldn’t comment
Transform my world they wouldn’t care
Be another person they wouldn’t notice
It’s like they aren’t aware I’m even there
I observe their every movement
Discuss the ins and outs, what they do
Pour over their every tiny foible
This is a one way tunnel I’m walking through
It’s lonely at home in my kitchen
I’m lonely in the office back at work
I’m lonely when friends surround me
So lonely, so empty, it hurts

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