the days that were

Remember when we played that game
that love which we used to pretend
remember when we said forever
scribbled on the end of letters
when seventeen was such a young number
and life was like an unsung summer
things were easy, they were simple
storms on the sea caused naught but a ripple
we lived in our world of two
when girl and boy were always true

Four Walls

I hide inside these four strong walls
But they can’t give me protection
For in my head are tortured thoughts
That won’t let me forget them
And all my life is just
A factory of words
So exaggerated, reality
and fiction lines are blurred
My eyes are now wide open
I’ve been a little hurt
Play with fire darling
And soon you will be burnt
I keep on probing these sick feelings
Am I prettier than her?
Oh it really doesn’t matter
Because I never want him back
I felt I lost the battle
Keep forgetting what he lacks
I’ve been too long
On this other side
I’ve seen that other people
Can’t abide
They boy I chose
And still I lie
My hearts not broken
Its just my pride

mundane

I’m looking for a boy
Who needs a little help
Always been addicted
To a victim
More screwed up than me
For it helps me to forget
All we regret
I love the heart break
Of romance
I love their bittersweet dependence
When I’m just there for them
Oh all these egocentric men
With mouths to feed
With hearts to bleed
And leave littered with the promises
Never to be filled
I love their lonely deep brown eyes
When all in mine is tears to cry
I love the drama
All that’s left is now
Mundane.

Guess

I should have known
because your shirt
sometimes had flowers on
I knew because
you got my jokes
where I was coming from
I should have seen
your fancy dress
was telling me something
but it was not
that clear until
It wasn't her but him

I'm always sitting on the gate

I deliberate
I aggravate
I'm always sitting on the gate
I've never said straight
how I'm feeling
I'm second guessing
a non existent meaning
I'm always waiting for their call
When they never planned to call at all
I'm never really showing me
I lack all spontaneity
I say I'm fine when I am not
I say I'm pleased with what I've got
And then I stew and blame someone
But still I smile like I'm having fun
He says he's going on a date
I laugh and say oh wow that's great
Inside my head I say I love you
What comes out of my mouth is far from true
One day I'll say what I really mean
It'll hurt their feelings
But it will set me free

Heartbreak is so romantic

I've been pinning my
heartbreak
on you
but these days its not that
which makes me so
blue
because tinged with misery
were traces of
relief
it suits poetry better to
seem consumed with
grief
you're a muse with no
substance
a ghost with no
air
I promise a Picasso
and you leave the wall
bare
If you loved another
I'd be mad with
jealousy
but I no longer want you
and you no longer want me
we just dangle and taunt
yes we push and we flaunt
and we torture each other
we don't give on another
a chance to see that
somewhere
there is great friends in there
we ice our words with
barbs and they
shatter.

For sale: One womb

One womb for sale
unused
yes I'm that broke these days
10 years warantee
I'm only twenty
young enough
to regret it when I'm older
A little bolder
the stiching of
the heart
is pulling from
the seams of my shoulder
still these days
seeds unsown
marks deep relief
though once a month
it gives me grief
its always better off that way
one womb for loan
perhaps
I'll need it when
It's gone