Well that’s some miserable shite right there!

With lies ignored and foolish hope,

your heart beats still for what you once held dear.

And bloodied fingers, chewed and raw

cling desperate to promises

and smiles once oh so sweet.


His hollow words drip sacharine

and cold once tender touch

and fist and tongue and crimson rage

cast blame and fault and fingers point

and head hangs low in shame


Ensnared, entwined, in unison

they lie, alone beneath the sheets

Warm breath, rough hands, those future plans

that pillow talk, now empty sounds

blood flows through veins but weak


And morning follows night alas

days slip into the grey

of habit, forced endearing smiles

and months, turn years and decades pass

and winter brings release at last








Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

One thought on “We”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: