Monday, 13 October 2014

Loving You

Why do you get to be the special one?
Why do I sit here, rotting on the inside?
While you flourish
You flourish and blossom in the light that I gave you
That you STOLE from me

You’re the one they feel sorry for
You’re the one they pat on the back whilst whispering,
‘It will be OK’
Where is my ‘OK’?
When am I the victim?

You took it all, and you keep on taking
What do I get?
But to sit here, heart breaking, hands shaking
Raging and wilting in the pain that you left me with
While you got the glory

Happiness was within reach
Or so I thought
You dangled it there in front of me
You watched me dance and grasp at strings
This is what I got

Loving You

Saturday, 31 May 2014


Here I was thinking I had my temper under control
Here I was thinking what she said was worse
Here I was thinking you’d changed
Little did I know you were still the same

If not worse

If not a little more up your own arse
If not with more audacity
If not more foolish

How can one travel so far in reverse?
How can one devolve to a state of pure delusion?
How can one be so clue-less?
But here you are, blind

There you are

There you are unaware of your own stupidity
There you are naïve in the light of the obvious
There you are uneducated
Unable to understand how unamused we are

You child.