19 January, 2018 at 3:16 am #1085643
Being in love
Their face lights up your heart and you relish every feature in their face
They hold you in their arms and you don’t want to be in any other place
Their laugh makes you feel so uplifted
You feel so very lucky and so gifted
when they laugh your heart sours
ok theyre excited about football scores
But theyre happy and in good mood
if youre lucky they may make tea and get rude
You know they gamble and like a drink
and change CHANGE from nice to unhappy within a wink
so you win 7.50 on roulette?
but theyre not happy what part of winning don’t you get?
I love you I love you please make me happy
Please don’t shout at me please don’t get snappy
I have cooked you dinner ive paid your bill
you embarrassed me when we got to the til
youre so funny and nice and you recorded emmerdale
but when were inside the house its another tale
Ive a trigger thumb you nearly broke my hand
I didn’t pay your council tax when you demand
You’ve been gone for two years but you ruined my life
I wont ever be normal or ever a wife
You’ve destroyed a nice woman with what you did
with your fucked up genes drs telling me you cannot have a kid
in all the whole world I fell in love with you?
a cheating scumbag who did cheated too?
Now I’m in chatroom and I cannot leave
I cannot function I cannot grieve
I want to leave I hate this place
I’m dying I’m dying its such a waste
And unattractive men are thinking that
I’m so bloody stupid and in fact
I can be controlled by them and I’m thick
oh just stop it you stupid prick
yes ok I drink I’m miserable and get a bit low
but seriously how far do you really think I will go?
Oh come on that shit doesn’t work on me
I’m so angry you think this is really what you see?
Maybe if I was ugly and really needed male attention id have succumbed to the bullshit.
Seriously. I cannot be manipulated. So fucking boring.
STOP TRYING I’m really on the verge of calling you all out19 January, 2018 at 10:02 am #1085651
I would possibly comment on this poem (and on dexy’s poems) but a couple of empty-headed jerks in jc keep chuckling and chortling and saying that dexy and I are just trying to wangle our way into your affections.
Actually, they can chuckle and chortle all the way to the old folk’s home, that is a pleasing read. You need to write, and I’m glad you’re writing.