I'm going to keep
Pretending it doesn't hurt
When you don't reply.

you don't get it you
never got it stop saying
that you understand

One of my favourite memories
- Of all time, in fact -
Is of us bickering in the kitchen.
(God knows what over.)
And as our voices got more heated,
And our bodies closer together,
And it was on the verge of becoming a row,
Someone yelled,
"Oh, just get married already!"
Now this is something I've heard before,
With many a friend,
But it has never before shut
Two people up
So instantly.
You and I always
Have something to say, but
The look we exchanged then,
As we bowed our heads
And returned to your washing up
And my cooking!
Not yet, I think.
Maybe in five years' time.

I've always loathed the
Outward pretence that you don't
Give two ***** for me.

I wish I still had
Our texts from last year so I'd
Have proof you loved me.

Two and a half years.
Two whole years, and you still won't
Tell me you love me.

One
You lie, lie, lie.
You hide your secrets in your eyes
For all the world to see.
You imagine I am home,
In my room, all alone.
The roses drop to the floor.
You’d forgotten I hate the thorns.

Two
And Peter shouted at Joanna,
“You don’t know what it’s like!
You don’t know what it’s like
To have scars all down your chest
To be on your bike half way across the Tay Bridge
At midnight
You don’t know you don’t know you will never know.”
And Joanna stood, and she stayed,
And she followed him out of the house to the restaurant
And she showed him she knew
And still he never came back.

Three
“This is the last time I’m asking you.
Come out of there.”
You’re hiding at the back of the wardrobe again.
Maybe they won’t see you.
Pretend they can’t see you.

Four
You say you’re sorry.
You can pull that face out of the bag exactly when you need it.
And you cheated John again
But that face means you’re lying.
You lie, lie, lie.
And John never ******* does anything.

Five**
And Rose walks out of the Med School
Wearing that pretty dress you bought her.
She’s crying to herself.
The noble thing to do would be to ignore it
But instead I walk up to you;
Call you out on that *******.
“Hurt her again; you hurt me.
And heaven knows you’ve done enough of that.”