Mean Janine.
The hypocrisy queen.
She uses their son
as her weapon.
A gangsters has-been,
is Queen Janine.
A DNA test,
quick to threaten.
Category Archives: relationships
De facto…
I’m not here to be your servant.
I’m not here to be your mum.
We’re supposed to be a couple.
I need affection
- just a crumb.
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Stupid…
I swung from the ceiling,
till it all crashed down.
Bang, crash and sawdust,
Red wine, egg, clown.
My sis came and saved me,
She cooked me some food.
Iv been talking her ear off,
She’s been calming my mood.
Work for man…
The lounge is messy,
no kitchen gleams.
Lazy is ok,
it seems.
No help is offered,
She gets no pay.
Ain’t tidying up.
Not today.
Shy All day…
Shy all day.
For a puff she will stay,
but her company doesn’t come cheap…
She’s vain,
and she’s shallow,
an athletic bedfellow.
She’s all yours,
til yv only got sleep…
.
The little things…
It was nice to catch up with some friends.
Dinner and beers.
A few games of darts.
It was nice when the last one left.
Calm and quiet.
Curling up in bed with my Jem.
It’s nice.
.
Vibes…
The vibe is clear.
Suddenly you’re insincere
I’m sensing an unfriendly air.
I find it hard to persevere,
I feel no longer wanted there.
I’ll pay the dues to make things square,
then quietly I’ll disappear.
.
There for me…
I can count on your service
when I find myself stranded.
I can rely on your help
when I’m caught out short-handed.
You’re the first one in armour,
proud to fight my defence.
When it comes to my honour,
you will spare no expense.
I’m blessed you’re around,
to guide and advise.
I’m lucky I’m loved
by a person so wise.
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Solitaire…
Solitary partnership.
That sums up what we’ve got.
One worded conversations
is our exciting lot.
You fall asleep
when we’re alone,
I feel like such a bore.
An hour in my company
sure looks like it’s a chore.
I want to go on picnics
and maybe a beach stroll.
I’d love a simple
board game,
but that’s not how we roll.
A solitary partnership
is the relationship we’ve got.
We sit silently for hours,
and yawn,
more often, than not.
.
Hatred…
A seething dislike
causes emotions to overflow.
The desire to hurt
replaces reason.
Hands start shaking
from the intensity
of the need to scream,
wound, defeat, crush.
Red hot fury
brings blood
to the boil.
Control is lost.
The hated wins.
.
Consequences…
The truth’s coming out,
unprepared for the hurt.
mutual secrets and lies,
angry dishing of dirt.
Jealousy sparking a
fire,
in the ashes of fraudulent eyes,
hypocritical accusations
rage war against guilty denies.
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Cheers…
It’s been a good day
filled with quality hours,
friendships and laughter
warms my heart and empowers.
Getting caught up with living,
I forget simple pleasures…
Good friends and cold beers,
are undeniable treasures. .
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Happy Birthday…
Another year older.
Lessons learned.
Bridges burned.
Wisdom earned.
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Two wrongs…
My conscience isn’t heavy,
we’re even,
I believe…
Between us we have secrets,
together we deceive.
Suspicious every minute,
our guilt makes us accuse,
green eyed monsters know no reason,
each others trust we both abuse…
.
Once upon a time…
I spoke to my long ago love today.
What a guy…
I saw my long ago love today.
Once the apple of my eye…
I kissed my long ago love today.
Sparks still fly…
.
Right on time……
Who,what,when,how…
How did I become his enemy?
A soft word is a thing of the past.
Dislike oozes when he looks at me.
when did I become his enemy?
How did he lose his love for me?
A caring touch no longer comes.
Disinterest rings when he speaks to me.
When did he lose his love for me?
How did he stop wanting me?
We’ve had so many good times.
Now he can’t even look at me.
When did he stop wanting me?
Fat goodbye…
It’s time for a smoke,
time to relax my mind.
My thoughts are chaotic,
I need to unwind.
He hasn’t been back,
it’s been over a week.
I’m sick of this silence,
I want a man who can speak!
I’ll sit here and smoke
thinking thoughts full of spite.
I’m better off with no bloke,
than one who’s never not right.
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Alone…
Detached from his heart,
I’m floating alone.
Everyone so busy with life,
I’m on my own.
force a smile on my dial,
sympathy is not my style.
I’m left alone.
I can’t help hoping you I’ll hear,
but passing days say you don’t care.
I’m on my own.
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Remote Control…
A brick wall of hostility.
Impossible to break through it.
Any attempt is wrong.
No attempt is rude.
The silent treatment.
A most powerful tool.
Bomb shell…
From out of nowhere.
Harmonic destruction.
Stunned silence.
Scattered pieces.
Devastation erupts.
Questions surface.
Anger registers.
Sadness sets in.
Aftershocks ripple.
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Last chance…
You’ll “pull up your socks”.
You “don’t want us estranged”.
You’re “fixing your ways”.
The Leopards spots have changed.
You’ll start “showing me love”.
You’ll start “treating me kind”.
You’ll “respect how I feel”
when I’m speaking my mind.
I won’t need to fear
when your temper is burning
One more chance and I’ll see
it’s a new leaf you’re turning.
It’s hard to say no
“This time will be different”.
This one final last try.
Scare tactics…
You cannot force my love
You won’t keep me with a scare
I don’t respect your anger
I refuse to live in fear.
I can’t be always wrong
You can’t control the way I feel
I won’t surrender to your violence
This time we’re over.
This time, for real.
Fries, lies and alibis…
Hickory dickory doo
He swore to be loyal and true
But his lies are unravelling
with gossip that’s travelling
Hickory dickory doo.
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Holier than thou…
Gods gift to the world
demands centre stage.
It has to go his way,
or it’s the highway to rage.
Stamping his feet
he throws his weight round,
giving lectures for hours
he likes hearing his sound.
A well practiced charmer
with the women he chooses,
his affection’s the prize,
it’s his girlfriend who loses.
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Behind the scenes…
The sunshine abandoned my window.
The cold chills me down to the bone.
I’m slipping away from my lover.
I’d rather be lonely, alone.
Up high in my room full of smoke,
breathing starts as numb eases my soul.
Rehearsing my well practiced smile,
I’m the star of today’s “OK” role.
Think smart…
And so begins my week of disgrace.
My crime?
Too opinionated.
This is the point where I feel like really
(getting smart)
speaking my opinion.
I guess I’m finally learning
to shut my mouth though.
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Silently violently…
The air is thick between us,
the silence is intense.
We fall to pieces over little things,
so quick to take offense.
When you look at me with violent eyes
I know your tempers at it’s peak.
Right on cue you’ll up and leave,
and then ignore me for a week.
Silence is golden…
Trust…
When a friend tells you something,
it should only be the truth.
Sorry again…
You offend.
You say sorry.
Repeat.
Over and over again.
…
I have let this happen too many times.
Fuck you.
Sorry doesn’t cut it anymore.
Pipe dreams…
I’m disappointed, my friend
all your work’s down the drain
you’ve let go of control
and got hungry again.
Your eyes are the windows
to the fix on your mind.
I care too much to feed you…
Sometimes cruelty is kind.
Sex games…
You’ve left me frustrated
and climbing the wall
so many times
I can’t count them at all.
I gave you a warning
You’ve not taken heed
so I’m turning the page
in my chapter of need.
No show…
Disappointed lingerie
lays crumpled on the floor
questioning why it had been put on in the first place
when nobody even showed up
to admire it.
Choose her…
She demands he doesn’t visit me
She’s laying down the law
She took off her engagement ring
until we’re friends no more.
I’m feeling guilt to be the cause
though no wrong have I done,
she insists he ends all ties with me
but I’m no threat!
She’s his number one.
Too friendly…
Long time good friend.
Sexual hints echoing loudly
in awkward silence…
Nack paddywhack …
Now isn’t our time.
I still think of you every day though.
Maybe even every hour
sometimes…
But it isn’t our time.
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Impossible choices…
Complicated heart.
A past love with no full stop in place.
vs
A present love with no desire to lose.
It is impossible to choose
between my memories
and my now.
Rumours…
He said, she said.
They have lots to say
Commentating my life
In a despicable way.
The facts aren’t important
when spreading a tale
The more drama the better
Juicy telling’s never stale.
My life sounds amazing
Wild antics galore
The grapevine will tell you
what I said, did,
and more.
I sit back and laugh
when I hear what I do.
I’d rather be living
than sit talking of you.
The lack of us…
Where is the effort you promised?
Where is the regret you expressed?
Where is the love you declared?
I see nothing that encourages me.
I hear empty words being spoken.
I feel bitterness growing in my heart.
Is this your idea of togetherness?
Am I supposed to settle for less than to be happy?
Should we not let go of what is already gone?
Sorry…
What are you sorry for?
You say you “did nothing wrong”.
Yet, you’re sorry..?
Pulling myself together…
…And so begins a new day.
A day to hold my head high, and thus rescue my pride.
A day to busy my hands, in the hope that my thoughts will busy themselves too.
A day to surround myself with smoke, a coping mechanism.
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Deal breaker…
Fury: A red hot desire to scream your head off while smashing everything that reminds you of the offender into little pieces.
Heartache: Trying so hard not to cry, and being unable to help it.
Denial: Hoping the offender will arrive with a perfectly good explanation that proves their innocence and devotion.
Humiliation: The wish to hide forever, because everybody probably knew all along how gullible you are.
Dignity: Desperately trying to control the above emotions so as not to attract sympathy or I-told-ya-so’s.
A woman scorned…
Fuck it hurts when suspicions begin proving themselves right.
Energy Thief…
Somebody who drains you,
does soak up your glow
with ongoing dramas,
everyday the same show.
A face booking saga,
dirty laundry parade
going round in a circle,
soap opera homemade.
Friendship…
The best kind of friend
is someone you can sit and swing with
spend hours not speaking a word
and then walk away
feeling as though you just had the best conversation
ever.
Burning your bridges…
Events pile up
Angry hearts stack them higher
One word sparks it off…
Emotions on fire
Respect…
Respect doesn’t yell or swear.
Respect doesn’t call names.
Respect doesn’t lash out.
Respect doesn’t sulk.
Respect doesn’t assume.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Respect has eye contact.
Respect has manners and courtesy.
Respect has compassion.
Respect accepts different opinions.
Respect listens.
Respect is patient.
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In my eyes…
Seeing her baby pretty much confirms what I thought all along…
He has a daughter.
Time to get high…
I’m not numb anymore.
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I was in the neighbourhood…
I sit on a perch in my gilded cage,
thinking cracked thoughts about us.
I’m halfway there, till the end of the year,
when I’ll arrive unannounced, if I must.
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I can’t help but wonder…
Do you like knowing that I’m stuck here?
Do you like it that I miss you?
Do you like to keep me waiting for you?
Do you like my loneliness? Do you even notice it?
Do you think about me after you leave?
Do you miss me?
Do you go out of your way to make time for me?
Do you take me for granted?
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Monday with Mary.
My silent P artner .
Once in a blue moon you surprise me with a text.
Money talks…
A chick I know has just turned up on my doorstep – says she’s “broken up with her boyfriend (she says that weekly) and can she “please Nike a bag to celebrate?”…
I guess now she’ll wish she hadn’t fucked me around those times in the past… Besides, I told her last time, when I finally tracked her down, that it wouldn’t happen again… And I meant it.
C.U.N.T !! 
Cash up no tick.
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Hmmmm…
What else would you have me do, aside from wait for you.
I blow smoke rings into the air, thinking…
Thinking about what? I wonder.
I knew exactly what was bugging me a few minutes ago,
but right now, I don’t know about anything,
except calm peaceful feelings and smoke rings
Convince me I’m wrong…
And so we sit here together, in uncomfortable silence, again. . .
Wasted Times. 
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