Betrayed

Naked before you
I stand betrayed
You kneel as if to pray
And your lips pucker
As you tread a fine line
Teasing, pleasing
Wanting forgiveness
You swallow
Your pride
And you take it in
Let it seep down
And I know
You’ll betray my trust again
But that only makes this easier

Worlds apart
I stand estranged
You smoke me like a cigarette
This will be a night we’ll regret
But for now we don’t care
It’s all we get
In the moment
We’re trying to reconnect
Nothing matters
Trying to hold on to the fragments

Tears fall to your hair
From my face
But I don’t care
My heart feels something
With every beat
But I know our love
Will not be

And when you look up
Back at me
See my tears you come up to my face
And you wipe them away
It’s all I ever dreamed of
A woman who would care
And you kiss me like a tragedy
Over and over
Begging forgiveness

And inside my chest
I feel the fullness
And I expand
And burst in your
Betraying arms

Posted on previous blog.

If you it is familiar and you’re thinking “I used to follow this gorilla” then stalk me again, bitches!

Voice: Do you think calling them all bitches will get them to pay you attention?

I’m too gorilla to care.

Voice: Too gorilla or too vanilla?

Next time, find a rhyme for orange, arsehole.

My truths

I’m a master baiter
Got you hook line and sinker
Even though you think yourself a free thinker
But one smile and virtue signalled
And you’re all over the advertisement
Approving of my blemished truths
Trusting me not to be uncouth
Thinking I should sell myself and my cure
On business cards stuck in telephone booths
Talking my lines down the wires
To ears undisturbed by my truths

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I’ve got my favourite t-shirt on

I’ve got my favourite t-shirt on
Wearing my sunglasses
Leaning against the wall
Listening to that northern drawl
Some of them recognise my face
A little stunned
As I seem to be changing at a fast pace
But then they remember
They haven’t seen me in a while
For a while they thought maybe I’d left
This little place
But now they see me and wonder
Where has he been?
He’s one of them lads from that special facility
Ya can tell something aint right with him
Wonder what it is
They say to their wives and husbands
When they return home with Buster
The conversation soon forgotten
As am I, till they see me again
Just dawdling on by

Arrival

We’re out of the calm
Damned with repentance
walking through eternal mists
Lighting candles so we can see
The horror of our adoration
Repugnantly sweet
Liquid cruelty

Limpid brown eyes
Gazing through cadavers
Cutting through the charming herd
Carefully plucking up the nerve
To resemble arrival

 

I’m back with a new blog, so what better post to start it all off again than a poem I wrote, appropriately titled “Arrival”