babe, I can't get enough of you

Now, I’m not really a greedy or a needy person.
And when I say, ‘Come on over!’ with a smile on my face,
What I’m actually thinking is, ‘God, let me have my own space.’
But with you, things have totally changed, it’s a bit like my
Psyche has been rearranged and although I’m not a greedy
Or a needy person, babe, I can’t enough of you. I like being
On my own, I don’t function well if I’m around people all the
Time but, things have changed since you became mine; maybe
That should be, since I became yours. Either way, spending
Time with you is never a chore and that’s how I know things
Have changed. Maybe I’m being over-sentimental or outright
Deranged but this, this is something new. Babe, I can’t get
Enough of you. Now people who know me know that I’m not
Like this, and before you all read this and start taking the
Piss believe me, this is for real. The woman has made me
Feel things that are strange to me and honestly, I’m not
Entirely sure what to do. There is one thing I’m sure of
Though: babe, I can’t get enough of you.

Happiness

Happiness is somewhere between ecstatic and content,

It’s an unexpected parcel you’ve been sent,

It’s seeing a friend you haven’t seen for a year,

It’s the feeling that happens when we overcome fear.

It’s the contentment of knowing that we tried our best,

And the satisfaction of seeing an ‘A’ on that test,

It’s the side-effect of your dreams coming true,

But for me, my darling, happiness is you. 

Things that I learnt in 2012...

1. Persistence unlocks a lot of dreams.

2. The person you once loved isn’t always what they seem.

3. Writing things until 1am isn’t always a good idea.

4. You should always try your best to be the master of your fear.

5. When you think you know the answer, it’s still always best to ask.

6. Try and set yourself real goals rather than impossible tasks.

7. The worst enemy you can have is an over-active mind.

8. When you stop looking for something, it’s the first thing you’ll find.

9. If there’s one thing you can never trust, it’s the British weather.

10. When it seems like you’ve hit rock bottom, remember from there things can only get better.

11. In the average year you say hello and goodbye to an immeasurable amount of faces.

12. And you’ll always find love in the strangest of places.

I love you too?

‘I love you’

Followed by a deathly silence. A knife to the chest. An echo round the
Room that you try your best to ignore but it bounces up to the ceiling
And back down to the floor. It pounds into each ear as you patiently
Wait to hear the words in someone else’s voice. After five minutes you
Realise, they say it back because they don’t have a choice.

Tears and questions

Cry. Cry. Cry.
The tears fall from your eyes in a crocodile manner that
You expect me to believe. If I only reach down your throat
And retrieve your heart from your chest, you’d appreciate
The painful predicament I’m in. Although I suppose that
If my hand were to dive in, I’d find no heart therein.

Lie. Lie. Lie.
The tears fall again and with no concept of what the
Truth is you tell me she’s just a friend, even though I’ve
Seen enough with my own eyes to know these are lies.
Again you tell me that you love me in the vain hope that
I’ll believe the words of a well-rehearsed liar.

Why. Why. Why.
I ask the question on repeat and you answer in neat little
Sentences that offer no explanation for my humiliation
Because, as you claim, you don’t know why you did it.
You don’t know you lied and why you hid it. And I don’t
Know why, after such embarrassment, I’d come back to you.

The abstract truth

If abstract is changeable, theoretical, is the truth abstract? An
Unstable perception of how someone sees something from a
Perspective that is blurred by their own desires. Blurred by what
They themselves want people to see. Arguably the abstract truth
Of things will shift between you and me. I will see one thing while
You will see another; you’ll see her as a friend while I see her as
Your ex-lover. We neither of us are wrong, but right in our own
Perception of the situation. Perhaps truth is abstract, not a set
Reality but something we merely construct in our own mind.
Maybe that’s the reason why you lied.

The Writer's Wife

The Writer’s Wife. She doesn’t have much of a life, never did;
Always working to keep her real feelings hid in case her husband
Looks at her face, picks up on a trace of something worthy of
Writing down. Every smile, every frown. It ends up on paper for
Someone to critique, and while everyone “oohs” and “ahhs”,
Praising it for being unique, they remain unaware that the
Emotion has been torn off the face of the Writer’s Wife. Not
Much of a life. Every argument is on paper and while she tries
To move on, her husband drags up the past one rhyme at a
Time for the sake of his “art”, unaware that every poem is a
Scar upon her heart. The Writer’s Wife, not much of a life,
Although she started out as a muse; after suffering a marriage
Of emotional abuse, she has become just a tool to amuse.