Confusion…

Running hot, running cold

keeping me in line.

Ignore me when I speak against,

how dare I undermine…

Days go by with nights alone,

my heart begins to pine…

But I know that underneath it all,

you’ve never thought you’re mine.

I face the facts and let you go,

you see that as the sign,

to turn up full of charm and love,

as though everything is fine.

 

 

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Right on time……

 

The normal routine

begins with a glare.

It has snappy words

and zero patience.

 

A fast exit is on it’s way,

followed by silence for a fortnight.

Same shit,

different day.

 

 

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More of less…

In seventeen years time,

you intend to still be living where you are…

Living how you are.

 

So, where does that leave us?

What if I want to wake beside you every morning?

And share my world…

 

 

Our routine…

 

Just when things are ticking along nicely

You stand me up…

Your silent reply speaks loudly to me…

I guess our latest honeymoon period is over

and it’s back to normal we go,

hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.

Like a spare prick at a wedding…

The bed shakes harder as your hand goes faster and faster.images (6)

A grand canyon lies between us.

I want us to touch each other.

As though you sense my thought, you move a pillow,

so the grand canyon is now a mountain.

And still the bed shakes.

I’m unsure why you came here – it obviously wasn’t to touch me.

Once upon a time, I would have taken control and simply joined in,

You’ve thrown me off you too many times though.

The rejection still stings me.

So I just twiddle my thumbs instead, hoping you’ll remember me soon.

And still the bed shakes.

Insecurity creeps into my heart, and I’m getting turned off now.

I decide to have my own party for one on my side of the bed…

Your hands pause for a second as you hear my toy start buzzing.

You then realise I’m satisfying myself, and you take offence.

You get dressed and storm off – your cold shoulder on full parade.

I’m glad you’ve gone.You're a prick.

I wonder what today will bring..

images (6)Hot coffee warms my cold Friday morning.

The temptation to stay in bed is HUGE…   and why shouldn’t I?

I can’t leave the property anyway…

Boredom has set in for me.

Routine makes me crazy, I need doses of variety.

Or else I explode.

 

Do I want to get up or do I want to snooze…

I can’t choose…

 

I’ll have a snort, and think about it…

Im no alcoholic. . .

I love drinking beer.   I don’t consider myself to be an alcoholic because I don’t drink alot of alcohol and I rarely get drunk.  I just simply love beer.  Someone once told me that if you have an alcoholic drink (even just 1) at the same time every day, so that it becomes part of your routine, then you are an alcoholic…   That sounds like a load of codswallop to me!  I don’t believe a word of it!

What is wrong with just simply liking beer?   Why would anyone even care about how much beer I do or don’t drink?      If I had to, I could, and would give up every habit I have – yes, even smoking. . .

ImageBut I will never, ever give up beer.