At least you had a glimpse of bliss.

You made her laugh.
You made her blush.
And really, that should be enough.

You know her heart and always will.
A fire raged, but now just chill.
At least you had a grab at bliss.
No regrets! It's things like this
That make life Life, and so you live,
For to receive, you've got to give.

An open heart gets hurt as hell,
But closing keeps out joy as well.
At least you had a taste, young man.
You'll know it when it comes again.

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My brother Simon brought his new girlfriend round for dinner last night. Her name is Sharon and she's as thin as a rake.

Me and Fat Bertha were tucking into a Chinese Takeaway while Sharon made hard work of a bowl of lentil soup.
Simon had a bowl as well. I think he had it to impress her. Usually he would have what everyone else was eating.

"'Ere Sharon, do you want a pancake roll?", piped up Bertha.

Sharon politely shook her head.

"Oh well, waste not, want not." continued Bertha as she stuffed the entire Pancake Roll in her gob.

I saw Simon almost laugh but quickly covered it up with a fake cough.

Mum, never one to beat about the bush, joined in,

"How come you so skinny Sharon? ",

she then addressed Simon,

"Can't you feed her up, son? Your brother's got the right idea, Bertha ain't shy of a plate of food.",

Mum turned towards me and my beautiful babe,

"Plenty to love there, eh son?"

I laughed and nodded enthusiastically while Bertha polished off a spare rib.

Mum's right of course.

I hope Simon is happy with Sharon but
I suspect it won't last. I doubt he'll be able to keep up the act for much longer.

Not everyone can be as lucky in love as me and Fat Bertha.

I have a drawer,
Full of poems,
I never want the,
World to see.

There came a point,
Where the medicine,
Designed to help,
Started to hurt.

I hear whispers,
In the night.
Somebody lurking,
Far away
Or are they,
Very close?
Paranoid,
Hanging crosses on doorknobs.
But does even Christ,
Have the power to protect me from things unreal?
Staring into the dark,
Fatigue eating at me.
Trying to be quiet,
So whatever is out there won't hear me breathe.

Dreams take me back,
To dark winter woods.
Howling winds,
I swear I saw it.
I swear it's real.

Darling,
Do you remember the picnic we had by the sea?
You told me,
To wait there for you.
Darling,
Where are you?
I'm still waiting,
In the same spot you told me to.