What kind of a relationship has an expiry date?
28 day return policy
can be returned earlier, but not late,
ensure your rights are protected
that you get your last say
What kind of relationship has an expiry date?
Shirt looks good on the store
Wear it around for a few hours,
get compliments, that fade.
That's okay.
Go back and return it the next day.
What kind of a relationship has an expiry date?
I'm not yesterdays meal
Prepared with care, eaten with vigour,
delicious with flavour
stuffed leftovers into a plastic box
and frozen until you realise
its been in there a month too long
before you chuck it out.
What kind of relationship has an expiry date?
Spoilt milk left out on the kitchen counter
Spilled onto the withering carpet
Desperate to soak through
But the material was so worn
It wouldn't allow it
What kind of relationship has an expiry date?!
Consume within 7 days
If you're finished with it, just throw it away
The clock is ticking, and theres no promise that
this food, will stay
What kind of a relationship has. an. ex. pi. ry. date?
Well, I'll tell you now, mine does.
I guess I'm the only one stupid enough
to fall for someone
who purchases warranty
with every girl he checks at the counter
I never should have entered a relationship with an expiry date.
I guess a girl can hope and a girl can dream
But I know I accepted this fate
I should have never let you in
Now its far too late.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
She took it with her,
that girl.
I bet she had a sick smile
a heart of gold
that only you could see
but to everyone else
it was just a heart that was heavy
I bet you thought
it was the two of you
against the world
and I'd bet that night a thousand times
that you still do
I'd never heard a laugh so sincere
come from the lips
of someone so broken and insecure
a voice so calm
come from the mouth of someone
so wild and erratic
I see you now
and when I see you I see her
but just a remnant part
because she took it with her
******
she took you with her
and you just won't go get it back.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
It's a difficult feat to carve deep
into a soul that's made of stone.
No matter which way
what direction you take
the tools aren't there to break it.
For in this world filled with sponge
and soft mousse minds
I used only the meagre
butter knife
But the knives I used to carve my own
Hacked through with gritted teeth
early, near the break of dawn
Weren't strong enough to carve yours
no matter how hard,
how determined I was
to try.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
I’ve never loved anyone the way people do in books
I don’t feel a flutter in my chest like a little butterfly has settled there
I don’t know what it’s like to feel my stomach clench and have my heart race
every time i see someones face
I’ve read of girls who sacrifice their lives and boys who fight
But every time I looked at someone i think I love
I swear someones carved out my insides and left it hollow
because how can i feel absolutely nothing?
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
When you call me at 3 in the morning
From what feels like a thousand miles away
It kills me to hear you say
"I'm not sure he loves me after all that,
in fact, in any way"
I don't know where it came from
but from where you are he cut open my heart too
somehow love's reach
reaches far further out, and through you
I wish I could take some of your pain my love
I wish I could drain it from your veins
but I guess the best that I can do
is try and take some pain from him too
and try and share my hurt with you
So remember my love
Remember that you are strong and
Remember that you are beautiful
But utmost of all
Remember that he doesn't deserve any of you
and that no one ever will.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
This will be my year.
Unlike the last,
I will not give it away
Flip the pages back
Spiralling spine
Memories flash so fast
In the black print of words
Too quick to read
Only just enough to remember
Back to the beginning
When January came
Back when I had no idea
What was in store for me
All along
I knew it would be bad
But I had no idea it would be war
On myself
and me, on everyone else.
I bled from within
All year long
I filled to the brim
Before I tried to release it
Carving exits
into my skin
This will be my year
I will take what I deserve
and none more
than what
I actually earned.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
Never again
Will I open up to anyone other than
my own reflection
in my own mirror
It's MY desk
MY pen
MY words
MY thoughts
They belong to me
and to give them away
is the greatest tragedy
Respect is not clean
it's ***** just beneath the surface
something you can't reach nor
scrub at with your brush
no matter how hard you try
you can't
unless you break it open
One too many times I've let people see
the weakness that lurks underneath
the frail bones
of a weak mind
of a weak, weak spine
But you're certain that underneath all that
it would have looked good anyway
so you take it for what it is
and pray the dirt isn't covering anything
too horrifying
Never again will I ever tell.
Because these words are mine
I'll never give them away again for free.
I don't need anyone to tell me who I need to be
It was nice while it lasted, I guess.
On to the next.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
You smell like the night.
Not one of school or work,
Red light rush home
Headlights burn dim
In the puddles of --
lamp light.
Nor stale air,
Flickering overhead.
That bulb dies
at the same time
as someone packs up their baggage,
creeping it downstairs
No. You smell like the night.
I know its you when
Warm tobacco wraps around
holds me firmly but gently
The faint smell of marijuana
tracing light lines along my collarbones.
No cheap mulled christmas drink
could make me as warm
as the sandalwood perfume
that lingers on your clothes
and then on mine.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Oh Darling
Mug of wine
Sick of slumber
Woke me from that place down under
Double kettles
Double things
Shared for all
In eight we
sing
Darling Darling
You're my favourite
Favourite fresh friend favourite favourite
favourite doll fake guitar
fake smile forced for
friends only for awhile
Tugged by a rope
I tied myself
Towed along grass
you skilfully hid
the truth from me
DARLING OH DARLING
I see you now
My brother warned me about you
He saw right through you
right
over
you.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
I'm not sure where to begin with words
I haven't used them in a while
Haven't had to
I began to think I never would again
I lost my passion somewhere
in the spiralling vortex that was my thoughts -
So far gone I am -
That I must resort to clichés
To express how I feel
As I sit here my mind is a blank
an empty void, a canvas, but I've seemed to have misplaced the paints?
Irritable ***** claw my eardrums
They're so loud
They drown out the sound of everyone else around me
Never have I felt more alone
When I spoke to you today
on my element, my flowing calm
vast ocean of it's usual energy
dimmed to a dull flat grey.
And we argued with silences and the implied
Blood rushed to my eyes
heating up the *****
SCRAPESCRAPESCAPRE
I fall into the ocean and
it engulfs me in it's arms
like
it knows I'm not alone
As I struggle for air and sight
You speak and your words give me oxygen
Until I breathe it
and I realise it's carbon monoxide
and then
I die
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC