Heineken Blues…

Little Miss Chriss        depositphotos_40631885-stock-photo-drunk-woman-crying

should give up the piss.

Alcohol isn’t her friend.

After two or three beers,

she’ll turn on the tears…

It’s a performance, I don’t recommend.

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Enough…

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is where I now belong.

A nose cut off to spite a face,

too proud to right the wrong.

 

 

 

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Clutter…

I wish we had elastic walls.

The space we’d have is plenty.

No clutter everywhere I look,

Perhaps a guest room, sometimes empty.

I wish we had elastic walls,

I’d love to have a craft space.

No projects piled underfoot,

No projects piled out of place.

We haven’t got elastic walls.

Our house is bursting at the seams.

Clutter piled everywhere.

It’s even piled in my dreams…

Bless this mess…

Another domestic.

Another fight.

He’s never wrong,

and she’s never right.

Teenager jumps in,

the intent is as saviour…

But it’s fuel to the fire,

of bad behaviour…

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Bryer…

Bryer.

During a dark today,

I remembered something funny you once said.

And I suddenly laughed.

You’ve been gone more than 7 years,

and today you cheered me up.

Thank you.

Xx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Janine…

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The Ex with green eyes,

has a sharp ax to grind…

She can’t stand he’s moved on,

and her advances declined.

She’s blinded by rage.

She’s gone crazy with spite.

Their son is her weapon,

and it’s me in her sight.

 

 

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Unexpected trigger…

I passed a hearse as I was driving home from work last night.   Out of the blue, memories came flooding back…   I remembered your hearse.  It was white; I chose white for your hearse.  It seemed appropriate because you were “still a little girl”…

I remembered that conversation with the funeral home director as I was driving home from work last night, and the tears started pouring out of me.

I cried so hard that the road was blurry.  I heard my sobbing as I was driving along, and I relaxed and cried my heart out.

Before you died, I told you I would cry forever.  But the truth is that I spend most of my time holding the hurt in.  Holding my tears in.  Being strong.  Allowing myself to live somewhere between blocking you from my thoughts, and not forgetting you for a single second.

It’s almost 8 years since you died.  Since I crashed the car that you died in.    My life has gone on, but yours ended that day.

That’s not fair.

I passed a hearse as I was driving home from work last night.

 

 

An unexpected trigger.